Lyrics:
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
and they hit the street
You don't like the game, you can google my dick, bitch
And that goes to everybody
I pray for foes, I pray for hoes
I pray for
out
And my hands on the wheel so tight, got a callus
Get so fabulous
With everybody here, only thing that matters
Now, Just picture me Hollywood living
win a hit
She just works so hard
Cookin' with a black credit card
Baby girl's flying first class
Got the body, fat lips, fat ass
This goes out to all
Yeah, she's a loaded gun with no room to run
She don't got nobody
She's making her way in the USA
She making money she's a hurricane
You can tell by
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
it all went by so fast
One day she's looking over her shoulder at the past
When everybody had to go, had to be, had to get somewhere
Somehow she
bag full of hundred dollar bills
Brand new whip with a house on the hills
Hope it ain't a dream
Pedal to the medal get this shit by any means
First hit
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
Yeah, that's right, this cut goes out to all y'all
That's been missin' us for mad years
One love, y'all
Yeah, that's right, He's Got Game
PE 1998
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
On the stage everybody hold it
Down let's get it Cass'
Listen i got a Calicoe
So right off top I'll have
You chumps runnin' out
The door like Brizz after
on this earth are joined by
(Skee-Lo)
I don't need your sympathy your misery is drivin me insane
You got your hands out but I refrain
From givin you
celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch
See the way she walks down the street
See the way she shuffles her feet
How she holds her head up high
When she goes walking by, I could die
When
niggas just say
This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga
slow down
That's when I know that I'm stuck, "Stuck in a traffic jam!"
And beep beep, goes the sound, of the traffic jam
Checkin' out the fast lane,
sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is
Fresher than Tony Rebel's vegetables at African street festivals
Where
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