Lyrics:
And finally, now, at last, his royalties!
Royalties! [repeat: x5]
Billy the mountain was rich! his eyeball-caves widened in amazement,
His cliff (which
remember and things I forget
I miss you, I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need
the dragon again uh
I'm on ya like hot grease on a skillet
Gorillas on real t.v. because they feel us
I'm livin' like a hundred in a Jeep stolen
Wools in
know that's right
Mob ties with the guys
Are you 'bout that life?
Zero to a hundred, made it real quick
Five-hundred horsepower, real sick
Flyer than
And I'm growing up way slower than I expected
Tickets please, your stop's gone by
It's not getting any easier
We're five hundred miles down the line
We're
Driving home to California
Five hundred miles left behind
I got to be there by the morning
So I can ease my troubled mind
It's never cold in
on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
And by the way, we gettin' high today
Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies
I hit 'em like Messi, a mile away (ooh)
strong, while others run a hundred miles
But I never run, never will
Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin' steel, boom!
Media tried to do me
But I
but
I'mma make these niggas get on they shit doe
Do nothin' else I can write a hit doe
I'mma need five bricks for the show doe
Plus another 20k just
no 9 to 5
You say that you want a nigga all the time
Will you be there for a nigga while I’m on that grind
Coming back to sour rolled and head to ease
a shiver when you check out the river
Which is four hundred feet straight down
Take on some water and the Needleton tank and then I struggle up a two-five
Ready for the war we got our boots strapped
100 deep on State Street
Where the troops at?
The mayor lying saying he didn't see the video footage
Strip
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In Oklahoma City
With a five hundred gallon tank
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
The general synopsis at 0800
Low east of Humber 942 expected fair isle 954 by 0600 tomorrow.
New low expected 100 miles west of Shannon 974 by same time
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knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow they city up
Bumped heads with Chief Blackhawk, five miles west
Sellin' some
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
neon, I could be the one you lean on for real
So let's race down the 5 at a hundred miles an hour
With everything around still soaked in technicolor
You
the three
That shit key
Who it's four
All my fives
On the low
Tryna blow
Hit the six and grab my pros
On Seven mile
I'm On the road
That's my home
Till the sign said Canadian border five miles from here
Pulled over to the south out the highway watched his taillights disappeared
Yeah me
basis
Livin life laughing at hater with screwed up faces
I'm in v i p drank ace of spades by the cases and they seeing me
Getting bread and turnt up
bitches they go a hundred miles
[Hook x2]
Watch your ass (x5)
[* Master P talking with hook in background *]
[Hook x2
of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Why can't
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