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a potna off the stokes
Toke and get thrown, before you get smoked by my Fo' Fo'
Hollow point yo 0's and families with the casualties, began the show was
Walking slowly into romance
Lions roaring by the entrance
Saw you standing in my heartbeat
Cinderella with a new treat

You're my thrill, my
of smith an wessuns
Starring crescents mad packed with the lessons, 
Figure 5 percent got the 10 counting blessings 
Programmed by programs got you bowing
I'm thinkin' of
Cause you already know my love

I can't say there's a hundred percent chance
That this will turn into a storybook romance
Hell, we
So niggas think twice about my medallion or
You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky!"
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent
percent
Great God Pharoahe of heaven ascent
Racin a 5.0, in my 380i
On my way back from Florida on four-ninety-five

We just parlayin with the one one
sleeping then awaken to somewhere in between
Ay, I’m on a cloud parfait
I jump into the valley of the far from mundane
My knees buckle a chuckle chuckle
a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just
was goin' through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with my girl
Those trucks in the street, is it really Monday?
Time to find some trouble again
Make a bid for romance while the dollar stands a chance
Dumb love in
I can change your mind
Soon as you walk out my door
I'm gonna call a hundred times

Now I walk under a pink sky
Lovers for long and pass me by
I
irritates 
So high but no chance

My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face
Why
a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies
the Earth
Then ask you in the afterlife if you felt the verse
On Planet Earth I search for my Tranquility first
I said I was the illest but it didn't help
beyond deep 
I got a chemical romance, two left feet 
So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D. 
Save me from the black parade, release me 
My life
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
dollar signs callin from the far reaches of my mind at
5 o'clock every payday-mayday,mayday- i take a swallow
then two by ten the false courage and pride
chemicals. 
Foggin?up my senses 
You're making me sensless 
You're calling it sexual. 

And you're going to get yours, my lady. 
Might even be today.
You can't stop my uniqueness 

Complication altitudes built in compartments 

Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I
savage that curse queens 
I'm something from his worst dreams 

First we handling first things, I'm subsurface unseen 
Grat'll hold planet by purse
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies