Lyrics:
there was a line until I crossed it and I went extra
But lookin back there's a difference between extra and perfection
You being x x x x xtra
Boy why you
Separate ways we're planning out our days
Day by day we tryna make through the maze
Lasting bruises on our faces now slowly go away
Slowly go away
Separate
Yeah, wassup?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre
Yeah, let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
pick me up when I fall down
You switched it up and showed the ground
You show me mercy
Yeah you got that good love
Wait a minute
What you thought
of on his shoulders of the giant
Listen, I named my son Sir, so you gotta call my son, "Sir"
That boy already knighted, he ain't even out his romper
You
Nd you can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen its bout money,
I do it for dem young niggas dat pop beans,the hot boys wit
them LA lights
I was on the chase
Clutch the peddle shit look like a race
I just did a hundred in LA
That foreign like a tank
I'm Cash Out so I'm going
trust no one man
I tried to help some homies out, they threw me under bus's man
For doing nothing man, they put words in my mouth
Never once helped me
Fight With
You Stand By You
Make Every Others
Guys Just dey Fall 4 u
Steady Toasting Buh swr
There can't come through
I love you Omo and you love me too
Dreaming of a car with a trunk in the front (Skrt) I done faced too many blunts
Hard for me to see, catch me in the back, you can see me out front
like therapy's the way to go but that's fine
I'll figure it out all on my own, I'm on Allah's time
Just a lost cause with a compass making up lost time
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
can't call me out like Kakashi, remember they told me do bad by myself
I told the motherfuckers watch me, but right now I'm straight, just smoked
out the chemistry
Between you and me
Less Raising Arizona
More Steel Magnolias
So when you walk down that red carpet
I hope you trip and fall
I
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
someone
She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (boom)
My son an icon, suck me with my ice on
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout
Uh
Yeah you see somehow I'm stuck
In this loop
Check it out
The odd ball
Play ya roll
Im the icon
Def Jam
A Big Fan
Sorta Die Hard
Fur coat
Black
Space man blow up
Oh, maggot, he's a modern day fagan
Turfin' out your pockets like a Christian burns a pagan
Drippin' with charm, style
now, and if you need an extra hand
I hope that I can help, cause my music is a tool for
You to use to get you out
Always been an entertainer at heart,
Boy/Girl (girl)
Boy/Girl (girl)
When a boy meets a girl
Boy/Girl (girl)
Finding out
I'm finding out the things
That I've been talking
Money start to fall out
Throw it up and fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out
Whole bar get bought out, that's what I call my lifestyle
Don't worry
hiding it
Escape getting high n shit
Don't complain. No violin
Out the mud boy try again
Don't make me get violent aye
West side USA is where I stay
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