their four thousand watt, in-house sound system, The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the floor and then, He played a crazy break, and the chorus wenta?¦ Pressure These
Oh-oh (Tell 'em) My soul is broken Streets are frozen I can't stop these feelings melting through And I'd give away a thousand days, oh Just to have another one
like my stupid life just the way it is And I wouldn't even change it for a thousand flying pigs And I like you just the way you are I like your face
pressured by these niggas up On me before the twelve jumped from My gun, but when the buckshots come Momma's son a bloody murderer must be the evil one
taking flicks? The homey might be roughy with a tandy-out Mercedes Called a girl a 'female dog', well she's a lady Run into the wrong one, a strong one
I'll get out Oh yeah, I'll get out Can't you see the giant that walks among you Seeing through your petty lives? Do you think I do these things for real? I do these
a cab, you are looking for kicks, to make your kicks and just like the trick, that goes like this and just like the prick, that you are... I'm a thousand
on me And I'm wondering where the lions are... I'm wondering where the lions are... Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay One of these days
's like as a paper doll One of these days I think you will find yourself as a paper doll, yeah One of these days I think you will find yourself as a
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of em's hoes Two different types of green, yep then one of em grows Ok both of em grow, but for me it's money
nothing to me, come and see I get it in, like Kobe at the buzzer for three When I'm gone, better twenty one gun it Thousand dollar bottles pop One of
In the moonlight your face it glows Like a thousand diamonds I suppose And your hair flows like the ocean breeze Not a million fights could make me hate
I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, recognize game Last days, these are the last days Last days, these are the last days Last days, these are the last days, last days
s nothin' at all Man oh Man I gotta kick the blues and pay respect where respect is due all praises to GOD the one I return to the one I can turn
damn thing man i bet that shorty make you bounce like a bed spring walk in a thin line gotta defend my and with no pen im sort of like a bomb, boom young
damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
damn thang boy i bet that shotty make ya bounce like a bed spring walk in a thin line, gotta defend mine & wit no pen im sort of like a bomb boom