Lyrics:
Bitch stop tryna' call my phone, my shit on dnd
Nigga tryna' get the drop like tmz, cause they know I'm down to spin like a dvd
These lil niggas get
Doin' whatever babe
Wrapped up in my arms
Girl until the morn
Nothing is better my baby
Soon we'll fall asleep
Then eventually
We'll wake up
And i'll
(Trick Daddy) CHORUS: You off the chain with it,
You do yo' thang with it
The way you talk it when you walkin girl you slang with it
You
peak at you
She my whole world she my lil boo
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought
The way she do the dance, I know that I'm in love with it
We be rolling blunt after blunt for the fun of it
My city I be running it
If you don't like it
wrist stay below freezin
down south my niggas brag for no reason
(Lil' Flip)
in down south everybody shop in the galeria
I dont care about the price I
than
No nothing’s better than this
You’ve changed my life in so many ways
Put a smile on my face here every day
When the world gets dark I see the light
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
know came from nothing then find a way to flip it
Really gettin' it, who you know?
(Aye, who you know?)
Aye who you know that kept it solid from
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
lettuce like cabbage
You talk about me, you up in my passing
And I got gliss on, you can call it carriage
You look embarrassed
Tell me what your name is
Every move like DVD need THC
Been picking my brain like TLC my mind in hell there's fire I see
Its up in smoke I gotta inhale
Oh you in fear I know
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
you go check the flash, a backwards Z just like this scheme
So anyways, I am over my X like in AGT
Caught a dub (W) and came on vaca, hoping for an easy
with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin'
[?] clip rich then snitch, tellin'
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault your positions
Waste
can't tell you nothing
No, go!
You're the love of my life
But you hurt my heart twice
Now I'm drunker than a motherfucker
Trying to find my way back
lived my whole life reckless
Dreaming of another way to reignite the light in me
Honestly, I wish I could've given you the best of me
Break my back
(the fire)
We go'n burn it brighter (it brighter)
And nothing's gonna stand in our way
Stand in our way
Whatever it takes
We go'n light this fire (the
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
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