Lyrics:
turn around, oh how they'll tell.
Can't you just see yourself on a porch with me,
Watching a show that stars give for free.
One little word can do
me on, gone
We strivin' home, gone
I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
Killa, I ride on chrome
Knock knock, who's there
Killa Cam, Killa
Make it clap ooh ya gotta backpack
Damn ya gotta backpack
Watch it when ya walk past
What cha gonna do with all that
Ooh you gotta backpack
Damn I
you may the horse be with you every day trapped by the phillies they like me of course they all take my bed yeah i'm a rocking horse you've got to take
it ol' son)
Now the cowgirls, boys, they're the ones who know
The real deal from ol' Ricky rodeo
'Cause let me tell ya fellas, till they see you
all I got is my walkin' shoes
Ain't got no ticket, man, all I got is these walkin' shoes
Won't you let me ride this train tonight, oh, with you?
Take
with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's
To nationwide with my own
Ride with tinted windows
From the 1996 Black Limo Rental
To a private Jet Flyin' me to Sacramento
From working in Winn-Dixie
To duets
It's 1-9-9-tre, so let me just play
It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time, I'ma hit your ass with a touch
To leave
stranger
If you please save me
Save me
Stranger, if you please
Or am I too far gone
I see to get back home
To get back home
How about you take a ride with
and a Ferari
(Lil Wayne)
Yea, But I like that Bentely
(Baby)
All that's cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this
motherfucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin'
Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout
Uh, used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed ride or die, I thought you would die with me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ride
performance
Fixated like I'm Lawrence
Martin but extra funny
Everything 'bout the money
Everybody love me
I'm your favorite subject
Clear with the bills off
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit
to go,
Quit slowin me down.
I ask you to have mercy on us father,
You think we know the rules by now,
We can't go starting wars with hearts of hatred
goes by
Times don't change, right?
Sing it to me, Latifah
Oh, I'm singing it to you right now
'Cause we're talking about
Moonlight and love
I won't bore you with the details, baby
I don't even wanna waste your time
Let's just say that maybe
You could help me ease my mind
I ain't Mr. Right
or just keys to my ride? (Huh)
If you're not a soldier then you're just wastin' my time
I chase money, that tequila, I lace it with lime (lace it with
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
it my gadgets
With an automatic status, we spray
Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I
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