up, no, better run Don't stop, what we gone too far Don't flop, what we just too large See that Bad Boy on the countdown Too slow can't keep up, no,
because pineapple kush between my jaws Has got me feeling like I'm on top Feeling like I woulda stand up to the cops And stand up to the big guys, because
with the Vocltone It's mine Have motherfuckers rushn' to rewind 'Cause I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up
, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope So what's up
is a officially gone Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone I'm up so
please don't hate on me when you see me with Kiana cause she wilder than Nirvana and colder than your honor holla at your boy manana Maybach come wit a recliner run up
get my stripes A nigga put his hands on me alright Otherwise stand there talk shit all night Cuz I hit you and you sue me I shoot you get locked up poor
gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
Lean on me, lean on me Don?t you ever give up on your dreams No matter how hard things around you seem You gotta keep your head on what you do today
Here we go again too, what it do J? Give you a call, I'm the one who used to move yay' Now I gotta new Audemar with a blue face Hoppin' up in G4 jet
A firefly glowing on my left hand Used to pretend it was a wedding band A tall cool glass of Mama's lemonade Sold from a stand that me and my sister made
Jays yeah!! All di wicked heart dem ... who a dat we a know!! Bun dem up mi wuk fi di lighter ya mon!! Yo blaze dem up burn dem up mon!! Yeah yo Kardinal
never ever never ever dissatisfy you i`ll only stand by you So girl i`m putting these words in you and hopefully when I wake up in the morning i`ve
kid I wasn't kiddin then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm
When I picked you up for our first date baby Well, your pretty blue eyes, they were driving me crazy And the tiny little thought that was so amazing Is
I'm glad so glad that I'm done with you No more crying crying leaving me so black and blue You backed me up against the wall but I stand tall Don't give
, break the records Run far away to a northern town Sell your fear and leave me standing here With no souvenirs No shirts, no shoes No jackets, no blues