'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane
she won't forget the name Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change A frozen hand on the metal when I whip the Range I'm sitting sideways, dazed and switching lanes
in the fly we trust. Just by the smell it's obvious That my connect come from cali Im good long as the money piling up All the while im just quick lane
the friends you make (Mad Child & Prevail) (Chorus x4) Bright lights, and neon streets that are beyond My road's the high road, the one you should be on (Prevail) The maiden
you any wool, yes sir yes sir 3 bags full 1 for the master, 1 for the maid, and 1 for the little boy who lives down the lane. baa baa black sheep have
was running on empty baby Do you know what that can do to you Looks like I need a little jet fuel It was 6AM I was drunk off gin Swervin' through the lanes
it, love the fact that I stay rich Love the fact I come from candy painted, drop the bubble kit She all ready know I'm paid How glade Escalade, what a maid
TALKIN (SAYIN PUNK BITCH OVA AND OVA IN BACK GROUND TILL NEXT VERSE) NIGGA MY MAIDEN NAME WAS COCAINE BROUGHT THA NEW CHEVY THANG, BLEW OUT THA BRAIN PUSHIN DOWN MARVEN LANE
We met these sisters Barlow's their last name Ordinary girls they don't live in the fast lane They don't rate with the guys that score Cause they don
lived in Strawberry lane Loved by her master and her mistress the same Until I a sailor lad came sailing o'er the sea And that was the beginnin' of her misery (Chorus) The maid
Then she ran into the bedroom, got her teeth down, and her perfume Granny, are you OK, you OK, you OK, Granny? (4X) Granny's not an old maid, She's
As I went a walking One morning in spring I met with some travelers On an old country lane One was an old man The second a maid The third was a young
she cap nor feather But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair The gentle breeze blew 'round her shoulders I said, "Braw lass why roam your lane? Why roam your lane
're the game If I'm a window, you're just the rain Everybody get off the floor tonight All right? Screw the whistle, come be the train Don't fuck the princess, do the maid
While you were sleeping They came and took it all away The lanes and the meadows The places where you used to play It was an inside job By the well-connected
(background chorus) (Peanut do bop do bop) (Peanut do bop do bop) In Cuba each merry maid wakes up with this seranade Peanuts (they're nice and hot)
Fancy brings a thought to me Of flowers bright and fair Grace and beauty there combine To make that thought more rare Like a maiden that I know Who shared
Hearken to me both high and low I'll sing for you a song Of Kings and Queens, and rose-lipped maidens Courting light foot lads Now love is grand, when
