shit buzzin the broads the kids the bloods and the crips love em 'causein, we got the city on smash when i'm at the stop like they put titties on the glass
You can't run from your blues You can't waltz across Texas in a beat up Subaru So I sat a bar down the street from Pete's garage Then you walked in,like
more So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a light to my smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass
[Outro & (Big Sound)] Ladies and gentleman It's time for Big Sound! (We gonna rock the party) [Big Sound] Benz stopped in my garage So keep singin'
and gin, Time to check what s left within. Finally, alone at last. Not built to bow, Serve no one, live for now. Part with the past, Hoist a glass
a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause - Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage
boy I'll break your neck boy I got niggaz that sherm it up and get wet boy we driving vets and bentley coupes boy I ain't lying check my garage, I tell
Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door) [Z-Ro] Motherfuckers don't wanna go to war Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage
pulling out the garage, better believe it's mine And if the light is on me, then I'ma go on and shine Baller block niggaz, on glass when I hop the lane
You just talking, and I'm the big shit Without mentioning my hit list, for instance Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different car, under each garage
Lew Hawk Dome, I'm thinking about putting my face on Hundred dollar bills I'm thinking what the fuck do this boy got up in his suite cause I'm zero tolerence on the premo glass
Listen.. They say rapping's a waste of knowledge "Take ya ass to college" Now they broke ass call us Tryin to ask for dollars Sittin behing glass Impala
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless Cuz he know Jay-Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages
is glass So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas That's my neighbor, the faggot disresepecting my mama No cars in the garage, it's
kid? We in the mix It's chilly 40 below Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's Blowin my hand, rub on my nose Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair
in my pocket lick What the dimmyo fo' we start roll up a philly blunt I got silly stuck Get you high and we have plenty fun Park in my garage I've a Dodge
I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a toast here's to our last drink of fossil
I'm '92 Nasty Nas and Akinyele, '88 Daddy Kane 2070 Makaveli My swordsmen specialize in contortion Torture chamber in the same garage that I park my Porsche