fine Just a dirt road with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive Im grown up now 3 daughters of my own I let 'em drive my
down I laugh knowin' that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My
Indians know about doors. But clams didn't. Even if a clam knew about a door, so what? A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to
to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset
you by the 21 doors, i'll be there at 3 can I pick you up from school? Ive got to talk to you I wanna give you a ride, so I can be by your side, and
so watch us tick Mayhem Click we be sick 2-0-3 represent huh We be reveal our own estilo Lets go bouncin' by the ounces and we drop it by the kilo Ain
MC's And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform
Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's health Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self Now hold it to the side
down hea/Where my real niggas at?/Drink a fifth of that Coniac,Hennessy got me gettin down from my ground/By myself and I aint on my side of town /Fake
came from my mouth I brought a head down south I don't check for the noose and the neck So I never tell my ems That finesse is knocking at my door I
baby (Keep doin it baby) Check it, I'ma keep doin it baby (Keep doin it baby) [Outro - Male voice] Violator 3! DJ countin the door down and the big dog
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
my fate singing I'm ready for love I'm ready for hate I'm ready for shame bring it my way Hey hey you touch me you feel me your my little lady from
back hat to the side got an arm full of tats Kottonmouth Represent KMK on my stomach Miller on my chest SubNoize on my wrists Dloc on my lip
I was watching with one eye on the other side I had fifteen people telling me to move I got moving on my mind I found shelter In some thoughts turning
(*Screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming*) Yeah (3x) [E-40] They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
dead and gone? dead and gone Verse 3 (J.T.) I turn my head to the east? I don?t see nobody by my side I turn my head to the west? still nobody in sight
I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my