Could I be the one? Could I be the one that you're thinking of My goal is to be the one you're dreaming of I wanna be a pot of gold at the end of the
Uncle Ray And she's trying to calm my nerves, as I observe this is just one day And what tommorow has in store we could never be sure so all we can do
niggaz in your face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did
crisp white five dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong I mean before this, I used to
oh bling [Nelly] Man I got two twin cutles's interior gator I call em' Now and Later cz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other
Could open his eyes, awake and reborn Led by the angels he could finally rise Enflaming the air of the Northern skies A battle too hard to be faced by
huh, did come out of the forest! But I guess we all knew that was coming. I mean, the story is called, `Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well call
know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin
a baller, then I must be Dave Stern Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm? Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al
is I stand behind mine Everything I do I'm a man behind mine I'm not a angel I'm sure but every night before I lay I drop my knees to the floor and
genicides In other words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man, I
ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin' I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab A young
you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up?
you and I were meant to be together, forever my baby girl) I been looking all my life trying to catch sumtin I could call my wife (I could call my wife) I
side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting
. And I'm thinking, and I'm writing, and I'm rapping, and I'll fighting all the layers of green apathy clogging up the zone. Because I'll analyze your world, I'll analyze your head. I
, what? Manhattan could be under water LA could be under water Vancouver could be under water London could be under water Detroit could be under water St. Louis could be
I'm missin you I miss you I really miss my homies I miss you I miss you I'm prayin for you homey I miss you (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)i really
