Lyrics:
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
my head, still nothing happens
Please wake up
I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin
The soft touch of your hair
Your breath I breathe in
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
they bath toy rubber ducky
Women love me, if you was me you wake up daily
Holla cali baby how'd you get so lucky
Hut (hut) hennessey with one sprite
rejoice
Two horns deep down with a sharpen point
Foreshadow my soul stuck in thick mold
Get up to wake up anointed
Finger get pointed at my sick obsession
the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels
and tear your head off
You go to bed and you toss
We hit the club and we sauce
Then you wake up and u lost
We wakin up and do NOS
See the armada
All
come kiss me goodnight
I would walk a thousand miles to wake up with you by my side
If we meet once or twice would I feel more isolated?
If we’re so
like what is worth it
Please wake up
I will care of you
Wake up
Just care for me too
Wake up
I will care for you
Man I'm not even gonna lie
I'm like,
an infomaniac, wanted it all the time
A thin line between love and lust
She mistake me for the rapper when I said Can-I-Bus
Chickenhead
(Jack it up, jack it up
wanna go
Sittin low behind doors of the wheel dressed up in business clothes
Knots of that bank roll rolled up in a fine cigar
Jammin Big Moe King
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
the bread, gotta get it by the loaf
Skip from a Bentley to a 350
I wake up in the mornin' and see how it hits me
At the end of the day I'm just a redneck
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
wanna do to me, Oh girl it’s clearer now (get up get up)
Hook:
F around and you gone get this right now babe
We gone bus a move and make a play
Doing
squeezing too much
Two attempts and no flush
That ain't even was us
Fill up the louis
Til' they finna bust
Doc up his tooley
Then he finna bus
Life ain't no
Proud, who gon' fuck with us now?
Coward, whole lot more by the hour
Power, well you can butter me up
Cause when the heat hits it'll scorch us
Old golden
one shot
You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop
New work, top drop
I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop
And you can
One way up, no way out
I give it all, all for the family
We stay up, no bail outs
Give it all, all for the family, family, family, fa-fa-family
The wheels on the bus go round and round
And so does my shank when
My hand starts swingin'
My lil' bro Sav lives up to his name
Get yucked on the mains
If my
Pick me up, pick me up
Swing low chariot
Take me up out the hood
Wake me up at the Marriott
Two bad motherfuckers
Swear, we gone tear it up
Lord said
Can't ignore us no
Choppers singing out the window of
The tour bus yea
We ain't coming down we too high up
Don't try us we setting shit on fire now
We
don't worry
Look outside the ride and everything will be blurry
All of my friends are moving by feet
But you'll see me driving in my celica up in
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