Lyrics:
promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have tried
I send
One, two, three, four, five, six
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in
get a new attitude
He loved to sit up front and greet folks
Take their measurements and laugh at their jokes
You couldn't stop by without staying there
You don't need it
Park it where I can watch it at
And see if it got low jack
Then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak
He gon' give me more cream so
stop
To set up shop with a quarter of rock
Here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
It's not
chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how
shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no close
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Man, Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
And I'll walk you home when the whole things done
If you're there, I don't even care which team won
We could stop at the coffee shop
And make fun
This is the story you wanted to write well tonight is the night that you can
Just get this done and by dawns early light you can finish the fight
stop
To set up shop with a quarter of rock
Here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggas slaughtered the block
But you know the game is food, it
Yeah whoa~
I dropped a tear in the ocean eh
And when you find it
That's the day I'll stop loving you
C'mon
If I have only one day on this earth whoa
only one way's gonna fit my name Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can't stop
Not even for the cop's will
I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get
it all, fancy cars
Yeah the newest shit came a long way
Riding round on my Buick shit
Win by any means who said it best?
Kobe Bryant mind-state
I
I'll tell you all I know
About the state of the world today
Sit down, enjoy the show
She had several hours to find a place to stay
Try the coffee
get blown
And your shop get closed
Don't be so suprised told you
Guys that I'll leave them
I move the music group next to
Me's a few of you
But
shoes on the street with no shoes on their feet everyday
This is for guys sweating blood in the shops while their bosses and cops look away
I'm seeing
a one horse town
No one in this town can give me what I'm needing
One one-chair barber shop
One local train that doesn't stop
One two-lane road, one
There's a man riding the tube train
He's got voices in his head
One voice says get off at your stop
But he might get on instead
Another voice tells
One-two-three-four-five-six!
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
can look after itself unless you happen to be living here, I've gotta stop.
People are squinting to block out the sun complaining or soaking it up,
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
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