Текстове на песни:
Holding On The Joke Is On Us

though your goals are completely fucked, you smile as we build it up. It's too bad the joke is on us. Everything is just handed to you. On a fucking

First chance I'm at you [Chorus] Come here baby and be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh

hold his own God Bless the woman that can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you is

' on that ecstasy I feel so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on that ecstasy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on

like I'm living on the front line I'm Feeling like every second is crush time I've had breakfast will I make to lunch time And I ain't joking so don

enough of cats Blast tracks like what the fuck was that? Roz spit rawness, state to state hood streets and block corners Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us

a trip We on a world tour, checkin' our clientele Wanna see how much pussy these hoe's can sell Feds say this crew is scandalous Wanna charge us all

the time it get to her stomach it's spoiled Where you get that cream from man? The ice cream man, man, that nigga ain't no muthafuckin' joke Hold on, hold on

hold his own God Bless the woman that can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you is