Lyrics:
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
I love to count the seconds
Every time that i'm around
Smell that
Ford Tuscan leather
If you practice
What you preach
Than there's no need
For you
love
En die money die ik maak die covert niks up
'K zei die money die ik maak die covert niks up
(No love) landing in Bogota for my godson
Thiago
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
Going for a drive going somewhere by a lake
I don't know time but I know time knows my fate
Treated like trash so all your efforts go to waste
I always
to patch fast
I lost Marshall to an enemy, this situation's bad
We just wanted riches, didn't keep them when we clashed
Adam's gone too, yeah, I'm losing all
I been pulling all the dollars since i was a plug
Fresh 16 burnin down a bag by the midweek
Crunch time festivities
Meant chopping up a molly for
he'd look away and try to act polite
And hate himself for wanting her at night
Peggy Sue, she didn't know what to do, except that standing by her man
Adam, you're my Eve, we in the Garden of Eden
How the fuck you claim you love someone when you don't know the real meanin'?
You always listen to your
For dropping some love on the human race
And please don't think I don't care 'cause I do
But I have to say the things we dare not say that are true
flyin’
Down this freeway of love
All night long
An indication for the right side
Step out
In the overtaking lane on the outside
Sideways
In the overtaking
to lactose
Some would say that all of it's
An act though
But if all the world's a stage, then love is real
That's ipso facto
I don't really know what "ipso
Adam and Steve
Stop all the sinning the tattoos the Weed.
Our bodies are temples policed by The thieves
It's time to evict them it's time to Get free.
inherit
A love they by thrust, the love of a single parent
Apparent fire in her eyes, picking the seam-lines of her dress
Scenery, she was wearing
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
but let's get him
What a nigga out his misery
Cause I love the company he thought he stood on business
Knowledge layin' underneath do it for the saint
He conquered all he could, but yet he's feelin' consumed.
By this neverending quest for glory he couldn't fuel.
Like a typical fool,
(I would go
Storch, and a Porsche
I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts
The judge just a bitch, the jury
I was there with Bryan
He saw the look in my eyes
He saw i how broken I was
When I was acting all surprised
He saw the tears in my eyes
He saw my 2nd
talking
All that lip
Baby you know what it was so why you tripping throwing fits
If it wasn't for this rapping , know I'd go & cop a brick
Matrimony,
I was the one sleepin' all alone
When you were at the party
I was the one waitin' by the phone
When you were with somebody
Now here you come
momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept
- no need
For you to ever sweat the
Next bitch - with speed
I make the next bitch see the exit - indeed
Gotta know you're thoroughly respected
- by me
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