Lyrics:
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
Tossed up a lot of motherfuckin' money
She said, "Let me guess, you a drug dealer" (huh?)
Said, "Nah, I just brought a lot of money
And a whole lot
I'm just tryin' to figure it out
It's a lot comin' with this shit
Lose a lot
Gain a lot
Like it's written in Chinese it's hard to read her
I
Daughter of Brother Taylor's
Dropped by the house today", yeah
"Said she'd be pleased to have
Dinner with us on Sunday", huh
"Oh son, by the way
She said she
hung myself that night
Then I realized, dying from asphyxiation takes some time
In those last five seconds where you gave into your demons
In those last
away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home
by real locs
First class always, you bring a busload
You neverous when you sit in coach
I know your facade, hardcore
You hope a lot of people get
before he lay me
Oh white nd chinese den muthafucka date me, shit
Chyna fuck Kardashian she aint a hoe
If ain't about da money what you doin it foe
Would
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
again with this foolishness man.
Man 2: Man you ain't know them people 3 years ago man. We got chased off the port, I done been - been, chased by chinese
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
Buy another two
I run the town
By barely walking
You lost a lot
By barely talking
I call that plan and simple
Big pistol
Pop you like a pimple
It's
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably
Rap circles around" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"Quit talking it's over" -
Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased
to my name made it necessary
In the summertime you could find me at the beach
Every day I'd take a dip and ride my cruiser through the streets
At night
can't decide the mom or the daughter
Might go crazy sometimes I'm not easy I'm a blaster
Table for 6 me and 5 hoes
Trying to run away when her eyes closed
saved our life
Kept it real through the drama
We still brothers now
We've done forty-five drives
Forty-five hour flights
Forty-five days a week
away.
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home
a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while the latest one by marilyn french or something in that style
It's funny but
away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
by the way
He said he saw a girl, looked a lot like you, up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge
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