Lyrics:
Couples pics and then we on to the next
Grab a bag then we move to the next
Swiping cards then it's probably amex
What you want mmm whatever the max
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my
I go deeper
She in love wit my dick she a screamer
When I'm done she want more like a sequel
So we run a part two like a sequel
Blowing gas doin shit
I tell my neighbor, don't ask for a favor (Nah)
Dirty Diana, been tryna save her (Hee Hee)
It's 2 AM, I'm back on road we just linked
I need more
the process (process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (hide it)
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (pocket)
Already cocked it, flip
Richard, the floor needs sweeping
(Okay boss) now stack some shelves up (Okay)
Richard, we need more chips (Okay)
By now you must know mans pissed
But I'm
thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young
they doin' bad
Every time we come outside, we say, "Look at they dirty ass."
He ain't worried 'bout it, he just keep his head up
And say, "One day, I'ma
youngsters thats out there on the streets
and we doin' what we wants to
now watch the block bleed
[verse 2]
it's no mystery when i'm in ride mode
it's Cuervo
thing
Baby, let me take a look
Oh Lord, me want all the girls in the whole world
I know what I'm doin' is so wrong
But, since no man can focus
We
What you doin’
Aye, I’m Riding
Where you at?
Aye, I’m Riding
I'm so thankful to be riding
Tremendously Blessed to be riding
Riding on these bikes
put her in this
Anyways
Still fightin' the same feelings off of Sully Road
2,500 miles away and they still afloat Unread messages from pops to my
or the cr shoot all type shit
Back 2 back whip we can pull up all type shit
They be really cappin bout doin this type shit
Hand on her throat she like that
can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're lost and you look then you will find me
good
Just the two of us alone, feelin' like we should
I wanna lay down with you, in a cabin in the woods
We can sit on the porch and soak up
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
What you think all this Julio for?
She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
the niggas do or die
Representin' like a dream
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin
to me
'causе I'm a rolling stone, bitch
Soon as I ain't diggin' what
We doin', then I'm gone, bitch
We could fuck forever long as
That's all that you want
're 2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
sells
And it was either this or jail
Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail
So we stopped doin' business
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