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I've felt this coming
For a long time 
Now let's fly away
I'm really feeling different
Like I'll hit the Lottery
It's all dependent 
Of your own will

know
P-p-pull up to the homie's spot I do it ridin' slow
He got my back I got his back he hit me up like got you bro
This the new era with the old school

running
Hit my phone I'm on the road you need me there you know I'm coming
Lil Mac keep so many different types of pipes he could be a plumber
Aye lil bitch

on dis road
Hit dat nigga wit a stain
(Wit a stain)
Spazz em out wit a Tina Tec
(Tec!)
Ain't worried bout a nose bleed
But I left dat nigga.....
(brr brr)

Gotta put my heart into this one
Cut that bitch up a little bit

Daddy fucking gone kinda wanna trade places
Tired of seeing jacks man I need fucking

And I got my boys all with me
And we're screaming loud
We'll hit the road
And we'll wake up this town
And my heart tells me that she'll come around

the one to play no roles with these hoes
Me and bill was always quick to hit the road
He did his time like a man and he coming back strong
Smoking by

do
I don't know jack
But bitches be spiteful
Shit I'll smoke crack
Before tryna wife you
Bitches be wack
Acting entitled
You hit it from the back
She

nigga and I'm speakin' them facts
I got this shit on my own, bitch, I built it from scratch
And I put my side on the map
It's a cold road, nigga, you

choking up the real bomb, Miley can't even open my eyes
Had my lil' dog pop up out the bushes in a disguise

Bitch, think she getting battered by your ass

outback road

If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where

guiness on a one road business
its a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern

Photo Session

Kool Keith

Bikinis N Thongs

2009

hit the moon 
Open your back and see them buns shine when you jack up 
On Greyhound buses we can check in at a sleazy motel 
Sign contracts, and do

reaching for the limit
hit the road jack jive talking your smack boy

Song mood: Confident, Knowledgable, High Energy.
Publisher: Nicholas Bambrough / Socan

I was knee high knew I had to live that high life sippin’ on that
By my pool with too many bitches handing me some Jack
And for me there's only one

everybody in the eye come and say what's good
Take a puff followed by a sip from the raging bull
Hit the stu rip it through you know I'm getting paid in full

chromosome
Weaken your bones to have you home alone
Fixed on the box the reality mocks
Surrounded by the cops setting up road blocks
A'int no escape freedom

Jack
I get this money hit the road
All that I speak is facts 
Yal need Golden Globe how yal act
I really get to the bag
Fuck it up and bring it back

acting
I'm shooting clips if lil bitch want that action
Shawty a slut and she sucking in traffic
She hit me jack when she feel alone
Don't get attached,

Sidewalk Preacher

Something lies inside my dreams and I dont care of the world outside,
An ugly guy anxiety black Jack whiskey and suicide,
And I

Peppers Lonely Hearts
I know I got the vision
But I don't where to start

The yellow brick road is a long way home
Watch my days go out the window
No way

back
Got me dat dough from a quater of a pack
I be up on the road I aint sign a contract if a fuck nigga fold 
He get shot in the back
Straight out

Mississippi born Mississippi raised 
She struck out on her own on hot summer day 
Got hit by a cold north wind 
Now she says she ain't coming back

Where da Hoes At

E.S.G.

Shinin' n' Grindin'

1999

the ballas, young shot callas
Nineteen inch blades on the Impalas
Call us to get leid tonight
I got sweets rolled tight, I got sprayed by ice
I hit