slip up, I'm telling you now Open your eyes and memorize, here on and out Here on and out Here on and out Here on and out Right now She must be thinking
your eyes and memorize here on and out (here on and out [x3]) right now she must be thinking there's too much on his mind and not enough of mine one
Come on out and dance If you get the chance We're gonna spit on the rivals All I wanna know Is how far you wanna go Fighting for survival Underneath
you and your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy? And
in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we
Chorus: Ashanti and (Notorious B.I.G.)] See, my days are cold without you (Here's another one) But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one) And
homes and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah
bitches is at? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
pass Memories They just creep back in (yeah) I zone out on (yeah) Remember whens' Cab cuts through and I hop on in Just drive man, drive Is all I say
park When it was empty after dark Then spread out a blanket And laid down and a voice said "No one else could hear? He whispered in here ear "Although
And I ain't gotta tell 'em And i ain't gotta sell 'em It's Y.S.L. teddy I ain't gotta spell it And yes i killa kill 'em I guess I am the villain I park
a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go Pass a mom and pop restraunt Same four trucks parked out
get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes And man if females are
outta here, man! We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden
probably true 'Cause while all of my closest friends out partying I'm just here making all of the music that they party to But party on, party on, all
Mom, oh oh! Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out But you no wasters ?cause gal you impress out And if you des out a me you fi test out ?Cause
got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a Bad Boy wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars and
