jet planes To climates where it's sunny We got mami on the dance floor Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly But at the end of the day, we feelin
I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers Till my dying day I lay away Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay Guilty conscience? Never me! Last
re on my fuckin penis why don't you drop to your fuckin knees Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day,
tha but you can't face wit this playa, hellin foe rhymes, sayin this Family Scriptures at last remain this stickin that punk yo bank doe. Hear green,
, sheet! Repressin' the scripts on y'all punk m*therf*ckers! What the f*ck you thought, trick-ass hooker? Flesh, the last tru souljah standin' makin
The meaning of a mother named "mercy mary" attack of the love, the hug that we steadily refuse (Woo yeah it's coming back to me, we gon ride this, only
Blackjack Davey Rode off with Blackjack Davey" "Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud He's speedier than the gray I rode all day and I'll ride all
things go on But nothing will last Only the fool in me believes There is sense in it In distant shores of green It's over now Far out in space, I ride
From rags to riches I'm goin' from rags to riches I bet you I'mma be the richest Ding ding the bell ring, landlord causin' a scene Mama diggin' for her green, last
like a fastball, And I fuck the game like a bad call, Let the money stack, don't let the cash fall Bars all day, no last call, Uh, I'm in the redzone
'm a rider in the side of the south Got the money in the matress and the guns in the couch Wat up Puttin out cockroaches in the ashtray Its payday till my last day
This is just another day in the life Seven flight connectors, past due bill collectors This is just another day in the life Mo' money, mo' problems and
all behind Yeah We'll take you down To sweet home Alabama And out To hotel California Show you The bluest skies in Texas And the green Green grass
From rags to riches I'm goin' from rags to riches I bet you I'ma be the richest Ding ding, the bell ring, landlord causin' a scene Mama diggin' for her green, last
click we ba -a -all Gold teeth niggas comin strait from no -o -orth Every day we hustlin just like rick ro -o -oss Every day we strugglin and every day
try you Verse 2: Al Kapone Trick i ride for my city I die for my city Put your m's up high if you niggaz ride wit me This for my south memphis north
, make it a dream" As he rode his last ride down He said, "God, make it a dream" As he rode his last ride down And he sideswiped nineteen neatly parked
I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto' I'ma go real slow puffin' indo out the do' I'ma lit the stash green, man, I'm lookin' clean Want