Lyrics:
My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark
Fascinated by the beach and the ocean
Back in the days
Always waiting for the summer to arrive
Every year of my life
When I'd put my feet in
got my back from now on till the end, hoe!
My boys kicked in your damn front door
My boys rolled through in a Lac, 4-door
My boys might even pull a 44
the stairs
Close my eyes, and I'm there
I'm haunted
By the ghost of Christmas past
I'm looking through a
Clouded glass
I'm hanging on to
Something that I know
to the break of dawn (To the break of dawn)
We can do it, do it all night long
Baby let me go back (Go back)
To a time, o nine, in the gold lac (O nine)
So
and a pack
Give a blunt to that fact suicide
State of mind, do or die, anytime
We can bang in the back of the 'Lac
Any damn thing bang
Do
and I swang and I swang to the left
Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death
I would give my last breath if I could bring you back
Bring Screw back
Matter fact
and fuck, Diana Ross
Shut the fuck up, old bitch! Slim THUG is the BOSS (BOSS)
J. Prince the Godfather, DJ Screw is the King
Bought my dick, a Cadillac,
Fuck my life tonight
J'perds l'contrôle du time
Ça devient dur inside
Fuck my life tonight
Molly dans le Sprite
Quand j'suis pas by your side
By your
mofo's
Prêts à drive by sur le fly avec le 4'4
Versace, Versace, verse à chier
Toujours le même flow pis votre flow est à chier
Nine millimeters, my
the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose
horns comin' outta his head
And a basket on his back was full of little kids
Trapped inside by a wicker lid
I said what the hell man, let those kids go
for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's
'ascendio comme depuis l'lac de Poudlard rempli d'bestiaux
Pas question que j'ralentisse l'allure, yeah
J'pe-ra un seize sous les cieux et j'attendris la lune
Tu
Lew
Tequila Boy and that's fasho
Typhoon
It's goin' up
Show me some love they running it back
Three cross the lac, four cross my back
Me
The airwaves wrapped us up in the holiday spirit. I'm inspired by the city that raised me. And I think it's really important to understand this. My love for New
J-Bo and Sean Paul.
Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin em all.
On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls.
I been cool 'cause (these) niggaz is
learn and we growing, ya - my homies continues to flow
Let's roll
Hit that wow feeling like the holidays, haha
Ma get that doe gotta get it everyday
I
and set it on fi-yaa
We learn and we growing, ya - my homies continues to flow
Let's roll
Hit that wow feeling like the holidays, haha
Ma get that doe gotta
tryin' to freeload
I'm about to conquer
Then dethrone
Become the head honcho
Supremo, capo, Nino
Brown
Surrounded by my partners and amigos
Dollar Sign,
on the grind
Building a dynasty’s back on my mind
Had to get older before I realize I’m hustla not by my choice but just by design
Watch how I shine, Cant be
beam
I'm damn good with these eyeballs
Money coming by the boat load been adding up all summer
In one day I served a thousand J's my trap house doing
grabbing my hand
Processing the thoughts running through your head
Caught by surprise with the tears in your eyes
You said, I think I have to go back
Back
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
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