double zero on the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high speed But still don't tap the B.B
ha I'm on everything (x5) Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers
, nobody believes you (*echoes*) We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x) Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES [Royce Da 5
t see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE
doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia numbers, each quarter like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
ya let a pimp drown? could stop naggin me about last night two wrongs dont make a right, all we do is fucking fight kiss and make up lay up all night, now bend over
Kinda you fuckin the rhyme up Yo my man OC told ya Time's Up React/Respond what, y'all MC's is awe-struck Pull a seat up at my Table of Contents But kill all
full of yak, I'ma sip it slow Singles double when triple beams take over Now holler because these Impalas got extreme makeovers Couches covered in plastic, babies all
break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' bastard Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all
Chuckin' while I'm rockin' to all you party peeps Up flying all time but breaks are all we need So once again have you been boomin' in your Jeeps Balling, calling for all
playing again And it's bangin, toooo.... Know it's bangin, for you... Don't stop this feeling I feel... I just wanna lay around all day and feel the breeze
[Verse 1:] I really need to see her tonight I made the reservation for two Going over in my head how to make her mine She's crying 'cause she feels confused
10 minutes Well, well gimme 5 minutes Aight, b-before you leave I just need these last 4 minutes Pardon me if I'm talking fast And stumbling all over
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
over lord know I'm gon lie They go up in my trunk lord know I'm gon fry Them niggas throwin salt all over my fries So ima just walk all over them guys
to try Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm going to lie They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm going to fry Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries So
Lamborghini yella Could do it no better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5