building this spaceship out of this car So I can fly off and live among the stars I'm gonna bail out before it's too late Get the fuck out, I'll dwell
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his car, boy, all I say is, "Oh boy" Look, mami, I'm no good, I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers, sober, then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your
we responsible for Battin' you down Knifin' you up Stompin' your jaw Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out on the tour And they makin' technology to trya nd screw niggas I
Lumi Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy I bail it all to you, I give you my life I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife I'm takin' it there
gettin' pimp slapped Thinkin' of a true star You'll come out with P L A Y E R, the player The life of a player, straight out the money, bail to the
, I get superman high (Ayee..) (R Kelly) Superman crib, superman car, superman shades on flyin through ya block Haters kryptonite, I keep'em far from the R Got that super cush all I
me to lick, I tell you to suck We be mad at each other, but we still what? I do what I wanna do just 'cause I want to Don't care too much about you,
[Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You
you can tell I blew, push the 740 L I through Eyes low, from the L I Q If you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I do Give alias to any female,
that R O L L, see you niggaz in Hell Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale Shit, I set my mind at an early age I was either gon' be paid or an
R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D Dropping rhymes smoothly
when I aim at the miscellaneous Ask me ask ask why why I'm the strangest Because Nobody ever wanted me rappin' But I knew within me I could make it happen
jail records sell records I'ma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked I got the formula double murder equal double platinum I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I
on your map and spot Where we, r-i-d, e, and smoke Chorus Verse three: belo I, made my money on the dl Closed shop in the pontiac we bail To the
car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your companion
gimme a car We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall The way I'm livin don't give no hail low One times I stay low Want pay no compton, no play
