goose. She run around some motherfuckin' dungeon, her legs loose. Until I accidently get the saw to her head, oops. Victim, victim, honey on my fifth one. Honey on
skies is going to clear up, so put on a happy face Take off that frown and chear up, and put on a happy face, cause I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain
's up? now you can determine The west coast niggaz is down with erick sermon on the g tip We trips hard on the opposition Three niggaz on a mission so
on the G tip We trips hard on the opposition Three niggaz on a mission so listen to the ill shit 'Cuz we'll get wrecked, what you expect? Fuck a rain
frenzy On the front lines holdin' a 9 Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin' on me Tryin' to hit me but they won't get me Feel the semi first
[J. Cole - Hook] la la la la laaah, they aint got nothing on me hey hey la la la la la la la they aint got nothing on me [J. Cole Verse 1] The lil engine
my best friend Hmmm Ooh You're my warm, when it's cold You are my sunshine when it rains And if the rain turns to snow We'd still be on that friendship
the Toolman Bringin' hammers home (Yup!) And fame it's know me here Gats will kill ya And we'll bust inside your house like Michael Jackson's "Thriller
now I?m on stage and I feel like I?m looking through Michael Jacksons eyes stories rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me
never smoke no wet Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex Michael Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go next Me
a frenzy On the frontlines holdin a 9 Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first
can call me Johnny Real nigga To all MCs that envyi this tryin' Never me and you take it easy like mad lion If you mess with me Your family will be
Let me tell you what happened to me The other day I spent a million on a def gold chain It weighted thirty nine pounds, my name plate the same I put
a car, trust me it ain't that hard I can shoot a 5th of crown on your corner boulevard I can roll the best blunt, I can get messed up I mostly got on
on stage and I feel like I'm looking through Michael Jacksons eyes Stories, rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me
murder raps perhaps you come and get on serious to spit on, flow on, double tracks and go on Switch up the beat, practice tactics girls who bore me Throw
don't like me, but I'm not concerned Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn I'm growin' and glowin' like a forest blaze Do you like Michael Jackson
Now it's time to fish her like Derek Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust Snuff and sniffing out at Michael Jackson's tryna suck