Lyrics:
INSIDE
THE LIGHTS ARE FLASHING AND STROBING IN THE CLUB AS THE BEAT IS BEATIN' AND THUMPING AND BEATING, BEATING, IN ME
PRE CHORUS:
ALL I WANT TO FEEL
Hook: backwood
Rolled up,
Chillin by my lonesome(days)
( by my lonely ; waze keep rooting for me)
Im good by myself
If no body love me
(Keep em
they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
by slangin records by
money doesn't tire me
Someone tell the lighter, fire me
At the airline, they gon' hire me
Packing fire, only thing I know
I was counting dough, while I'm
box
And we got those little, those little Cinnabons, too
You know the ones with the cream inside
Yeah, them things is bussin', bussin
Ooh, but you
⁃ The pain that lives inside Hollywood Kole!
V2.
• Hollywood Cole was just chilling in the club with his girl on a Saturday.
• His girl was so fine… I
me put hands on that girl-o
Let me put gas in that girl-o
Girl-o girl-o girl-o girl-o girl-o girl-o
I see you got that thing baby girl-o
I'm a beast
And it's no surprise how I'm feelin inside
So the only thing you ever probably did for my eye
Used to tears in the bucket, I hope you dummies loved it
With nobody in the shotgun
I'm about to have a me day
Tie my shoestrings, count my loose change
Add that up and then we do things
Money green inside my
[Lilscienz]
Yo, freestyles, reside to the e-ventually
You might see me, kick the spree
Get the tape in the Benzi box
Up in club spots
On a regular
something
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
orsomethin'
Insane, 'cause I spit flames when I switch lanes I'm stuntin'
Big bank, no lose change, I do things
Champagne me, L.A. Me
Supper Club throwing
Talking to a nigga like you
Oh Lord
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga 'round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it's an inside job
you inside
Pick a better poison, are you in it for the long run
Ohh nananana
Ohh nananana
Ohh nananana
Ohh nananana
Hit the club I’m going single, shots
in the bank and threw some in the club
Gettin' love like a Frenchie in a pet shop
Threw my man a bone, put him on top, dawg
Now he sittin' on chrome in
I fit snubs and Swizz the mix it's like drugs
So, watch the clubs get hi-yi-yi
Feel like Cali when I drop by why
Bodies dropping and all the mami's
drop but I don't know where I'm goin'
On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple
Gucci is your
Just in case if you forgot ayeye-ye (Party)
We go by the Runners
Okay, wassup, you feeling alright?
I'm good, feels like one of those nights
I got
Or looking at the other side of this moon
Bet ya Got the babies fed by 650
Better take a little time about you
Do you think or read, do crafty things
Or write
Oh yeah now you wanna be all on me
When we was in the club you was dashin' out
What was up with that?
Watchu mean what was up with me at the club
You ask me how I'm livin?, this hit?s for you
But that's not all we got the prize
A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she's dead inside
Yeah, we took them
the beast within
Aside from Miranda
Youre right about
one thing
Suicides up
You're doin not 1 thing
Beatin' us up
Protect-icide
Death by
A dozen
Blue shots
on the show
And all you wanted
Was luxury inside
All you need is luxury to kill them by themself
All you want is luxury
All you need is luxury
Finer things that
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