Lyrics:
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
about that later, let's get back to the story
Deep inside the forest was a family of wolves in a pack
Even though they had sharp teeth and they were
that I doubted you, I was so unfair
You were in a car crash
And you lost your hair
You said that you would be late
About an hour or two
I said that's
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas
Pig n****, bring the hook in 6 figures
[Chorus]
For my
dude
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see
[Chorus:]
Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt
Every time I
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
it's sunny
Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money
But I get mine before the show goes on
And life goes on
Chorus
everybody know Roy doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling like Superman
To the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand
Now Roy's gotta answer
The pig's
to get me in a bind
Amps juiced, the whole damn block could hear me
Even that cop car rolling past
By the time they hit the front door
I was out
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my
was getting fingered by her Daddies big toe
He was the first
It was the worst
She came in a limo and she left in a hearse
She became five
She's still
trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house
the Dhrangadhra
Silently passed by our car
A vulture circled high above in the air
I had to shade my eyes to cover the glare
Sweating in the plastic seats
Hard
mirrored by anywhere else
Homes protruding from stones with their wood-coloured black
Scattered cars in a line, steam rising out the shack
One door
Here we are, out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light
Too much in love to say
By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except
the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you
the whiskey in your glass
Here's to turning up, slowing down
And cars that go real fast
We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing
And thinking
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
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