cocked, wildin' out hangin' out the window. On Wednesdays I be chillin' but be swerv-IN. Smokin' purple in my 0-8 suburb-AN. Too many cars, ain't no
Napster when nobody's even heard of you I did a search on your name and came up with 1 result- It was your computer, you're a loser Lame, your screen
Surreal:] I bet the neighbors know his name the way he beat it out the frame (frame!) Surreal ride it like an 8-0-8, that sex good, he know it's great
19's gone be turnin got the wood sternin, Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin, smokin chronic leaf optimo Big Poyo, sippin on the 8 I done
it how you like it, hate it or love it, hoe It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens
head space stays creative, music plays in my skull til I recreate it. [Madchild] Dont Make me angry, my skin goes green, BLAM! throw man through a window screen
like Paul on his way to Demascus Any questions? Just ask us Standin' on the four corners of the Earth Four kings, 8 wings, black halos, son we got 'em
like the paparazzi So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens And I'm a fine dime piece,
it [Tech N9ne - Verse 1] She carried me when she was fifteen Had me when she was sixteen Reminiscing on how well she did things Got one popped on 11/8
my niggaz who don't give a fuck (Look at the grill on my pimp mobile) (Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) Chevy super clean, two or three screens
tired like reba fire up the sativa Never liked jocks so i'm hiding in the bleachers with a fine cheerleader down under with a square is where I sponge her you kobe number 8
ain't holla'd a day He got the top back, you know his new Z28 Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8 But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL
what it seems Idolize them niggas on TV screens But I had to have it, after mathmatics I continued smashin' More niggas zipped up in plastic Nigga, how long will it last? (Chorus)x8
everybody's imperfect, When you tryna live in harmony, but the song of life Is out of key; Just be perfectly imperfect. (Imperfect) x 4 Verse 2: As I look at the TV screen
i be comin for ya spot when ya not lookin hot cookin mama got it on the kitchen table, i thank god we were always able to, get the leather couch, big screen
9 zones he bought four, I front him 5 more 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls [Rick
bought a Lam', and sure 'nough My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and Jags If it ain't a V-8, that shit ain't fast
dreams We sat together in period one Fridays at 8:15 Now I see face in the strangest places Movies and magazines I saw you talkin' to Christopher Walken On my TV screen