cold. An' no-one cares with the stairy eyes, an' no-one cares in the neon rays. An' no-one cares if you're laughing or crying, an' no-one cares if you
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side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** like a G supposed ta They could put me
pimp A real man, a young boss, girl, money don't run out Holla if you down wit' Clover G's, roll, let me go I know that you'll take care of me, baby,
they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We
yes if I don't ask ya I'm a b****** Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic 'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket Rule number one, keep your g
Want But That Money Is A Must Have Fuck Is You Drunk? Pay That Up Front Like The Ferrari Trunk Be Careful You Won't Have To Be Sorry Hon Stay Close To The G
RawLT:] I'm in my wife beater, "Boy Shorts", laid back, comfortable. H-2-O, not RFL; flow so incredible. Candy sweet - edible! - Fo' G, digital! Tell
to the San FranCisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C We got another one (They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C I got another one
and don't leave em Cause that's my family [Mr. Criminal] In the H-B-G is my family We about to blow up, you just wait and see Patiently, I been waitin, G
you can keep on dreamin', I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt Seven series BM, six series Benz Twenty four inches, Giovanni rims R1 one wheel when I'm on one
the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took off her bra Took off her pants You know that I saw A wick-wick-wack (B) Get On The Mic One, two
And people catching whiplash when I past in front of 'em I'm flashy and I don't care if you know From the C to the H I C A G O I'm fresh to death no
, gotta keep it G H E T T O I've been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna I?m at the tippy top and I never going under One shot, Nelly, now everybody spell it B
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Lac Album: Let 'Em Burn Song: Up in the Hood [Lil' Wayne] huh, H.B. nigga, listen - From up under the bottom of the streets of
Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me H.N.B. robbery, in Manhattan for currency Sittin' up in the crib, drawin' out a map On where security
