Lyrics:
say we take it back to the trap one time
[Chorus]
I went from rolling with them rocks on the block
To controlling my position at the top of every
the hell else can I do
I wanna slow it all down and watch it roll by
See where the sweet melody falls
I wanna roll off the tempo, lay back and get high
[Chorus: x2]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll
[T.I.]
In
fight the battle on.
Then one whose faith had died
Fled back up the mountainside,
But before the top was made,
A misplaced footfall made him stray
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
Just a picture on a table, just some letters Mama saved
And a costume brooch from England that has on the back engraved
"To Eileen, I love you,
the land
I'll never beat the view
From my front porch looking in
There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde
stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
We can split it 50-50 if you think that'll make it last
But just don't pay me back for all them niggas that made you mad
I don't need it, I don't
eyelids, baffled by this.
Tell us what you see?
The hair on the back of your neck stands.
Another way out, another way out...
The army ants have escaped.
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag
Well, he feels like an elephant
Shakin' his big grey trunk for the hell of it
He knows that you're dreamin' about being loved by him
Too bad your
or walk around a fight
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun
He won't say how many tried and died
Up against the top hand up
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what
stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's
If all I had was a dollar and your bright smile
I'd have a dollar more than I would need to get by
'Cause I'm a billionaire if you count every
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight
and a nightlight
Record player and your top five
Where we goin'? We should get lost
No more questions, let the wharf talk, uh
(So there's a lot goin' on, make
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
with me
My drop tops at the parking lot
An I wanna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So won't you dance with me,
No second-guessing, checking the rearview
Ain't looking back unless it's right at you
Make me wanna stay through the night
I will never leave from
I got the hungries for your love
And I'm waitin' in your welfare line
Well, I ain't got nothing but the shirt on my back
And an old two button
feel high post don't you play me close a dig 'em smack
A get you back and I'll hit with a dose of oaktown power
And charge you by the hour I'm shakin
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