Lyrics:
Vibe in Miami and we ridin in a sports car
Gonna take this hit straight to the North Star
Gettin outta pocket you gon sleep if you don't spar
Oh god,
to turn it loose
At an old dance hall he cuts a gal now straight
Spins her sideways through the herd
He's buckin' like he's being spurred
Twistin'
world outta this world yeah
You make me high once puff of you and im straight to the moon
Imma protect you never neglect you im your cocoon
We make love
straight from Cali
Had to hit that private jet once you sent the addy
A nigga ballin straight outta NYC
Don't like to be tied down but baby you can have me
of center
A scream, a shout
New York is throwing its weight about
Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye
The stronger the wood
painted April Fool in big black letters on a Dead End sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I
Somehow
Living everyday like we in Vegas but New York's been the mission
New York's been the mission
This is the life
This is the life of a ghost
I don't
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here
[Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta
Shit man
Nigga gotta go on and goat damn
Get the shit straight when I god damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin' down
Wassup my nigga?
Woah-oah, woah-oah-oah, woah
(Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)
Mm-hmm (Salute)
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Puerto Rican and she straight up outta
Many years since I was here, on the street I was passin' my time away
To the left and to the right, buildings towering to the sky
It's outta
hoppin' out in the Dist.
Popping the Crist, shit hoppin' outta your wrist
Popping your shit, New York's hottest bitch
From the ghetto to the Stiletto's
You are now about to witness
Straight outta Cockton!
Crazy motherfucker named Nice Cube
From the gang called Niggas
When I'm called off, I got
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
think its our way
If you don't like it hit the highway
(hit the highway nigga get the fuck up outta here)
I think its our way, I think its our way
(yeah)
Case it's fumes
She fill my mind up with ideas (straight up)
I'm the highest in the room (it's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (let's go)
Su
Morocco, London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay young on the floor
Dance the night away
on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in
on a "dead end" sign
I had my foot on the gas as i left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta memphis and i got no spare
Eight miles straight up
'round my gal
Is gonna wish he knew how to fly!
Better start flyin'
You better high tail it outta town!
You're headin' straight for trouble
If you
Way on down to Southern Alabama
With the guitars jamming
That's where we're headed
Straight up to Butte, Montana
Singin' "Lord, I was born
You
You
Came into my life
It was sunshine everywhere
You were outta sight
Just standing, shining there
Shining there
Shining there
All my
Yeah
Yeah
I've been down so long it look like up to me
They look up to me
I got fake people showin' fake love to me
Straight up to my face,
ready?
That bitch is at 104th Street, Chicago, New York, that shit don't make no sense
I got one more
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