the same and all the grooves that they steal all the blues down on beale prolific wisdom english poets often write here i am believe the sound you breed i'm in up
'm far away from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps I put up my blues, put on some tailor-made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that? Button down
away from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that? Button down
killed, mugged, milt Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up
up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man I think that he just fell up the teat and shown enough So you better change the station and keep them throwin up
the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chub's milk Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up
on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block
</a> Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium! Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside Cruisin down 5th Ave., makin love in your ride
tucked I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna And you know how I ride when the beef is on Pull up
made for you Gonna dress you up in my love All over, all over Gonna dress you up in my love All over your body Gonna dress you up in my love, in my
road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without
, you're in my medicine ball friends [Verse 2:] All my westside bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man I think that he just fell up
from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that? Button down