Lyrics:
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
I liked you better you were running on top
Taught you to dance and you told me to stop
Get on the freeway at two hundred and five
That's not
[Police officer]
We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes
[Conejo]
Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
Weed,
swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to make the minds of all remainin' (?)]
Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin'
digits
Spin back around yea we coming consistent
Big ass 50 and it’s chunky like a fat guy
Nine real pretty put a dick in the backside
Nigga said what ?
scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's
So what
over there
He had nothing on but an underpants
He saw me and said start to dance
I said "What?" and He said Just shut your mouth
Just do what I said
shopper by 50 and watched his movie
it taught me a lesson
he thought he'd never make it
and hes better den i am
(chours fade out)
50 racks ina Fanny
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her
at the store again
I'm finna pull the move, I'm like, "Bro
We need to smoke again"
She broke me off a dub, I start laughing
Did the Joker dance
I just hit my
money through accounts
Making digits dance, getting heavy on the bounce
Money coming in isn't as much as I would like
Only 22, another year I'll make more
that ass back
She the baddest out her friends and she know that
Hand steady, camera ready, they all want a kodak
Ima fan for the way she dance to a slow
beers by three
Nigga I'm a slime
See how my nosebleed
That's the height I see
She real sloppy on her knees
I'm the fucking man of my fucking city
seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always
on my Trues
Sorry I ain't have a clue
Do my money dance
Peel the gas, you see me sliding through
If you thought that it was safe, pussy boy we
bitches finna suck me
And I won't kiss
5-0, time up, you missed yo' chance
She suck dick and she use both hands
Six new pairs of them Loubs
Like I stepped
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