Lyrics:
very soul on fire.
But loves little flame is out of control
About three feet high from behind
Ever since we've been married well, I've come
flamed rocks
Year after year up in the same spot
Total madness synergy in city streets
Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
Black
don't retreat from anyone
In the penitentiary (In tha Pen)
Or the streets (Or the streets)
No surrender (No surrender)
No retreat
We not scared
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious
You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I
yeah, pull up with the broom do a street sweep (sweep sweep)
Shit did it this cece (coco)
Swag on repeat (drip drip)
Day by the day (day by the day)
and the street itself embraces at least
Three quarters sided by monuments, a church and streams, and streams of passengers
We go straight
Can't miss it
You may
sure we go win
Yene boys n3 nam
Gang Way
Y3paapi w) streets
Y3 paapi
Yene Asikafour n3 nam
Gang way
Y3 saacki ohia
Y3 sacki
Yene boys n3 nam
Gang Way
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
of my Cadillac
A wicked lady, sittin' by my side, sayin' "Where are we?"
Stopped at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstasy,
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Say a toast
Eyyyyy
Big stacks
Tables go turn buh 3ha no y3kuram
Me p3 good vibes 3mmu m'abam
Last year by now s3 na boy no da fam
Dreams come true
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
I have to work another night shift
I won't be coming home tonight
You don't have to worry where the time slips
Only by the night I come to life
three niggas, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit
The game is the same and nothin' gonna stop it
Most times
Well it was down some street we couldn't even pronounce
We were smoking a little from a half an ounce
Tequila was cheap but the flow we were
Hit the road,
All I know,
Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen deep,
We hit the streets low ridin.
By the time we made it to New Orleans,
It
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
three niggas, splitin' four hundred grand (aight)
We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit
The game is the same and nothin' gonna stop it
Most times
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
So let's toast to that
Gansta Celebration
So let's toast to that
Gansta Celebration
Let's toast to that
Toast to the street life, this is how
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
One…two…three…four!
Foot out the door, I am not a toy
Shoot your rocket outer space
Blast me to the void
I don't need him, time to move my feet.
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
up on the streets of gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side
The club Queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that Queen of Diamond's joy
When
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