might not make it, President got him in the White House naked, Looked at the clock and it said right now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial
stop this noise" But the beat takes over now he's one of the boys The beat's taken over now he's one of the boys Come on down let's rock this town We
(feat. Nas, Kevin Cossom) Oo ah ah ah ahhh (maybach music, it's deeper than the verse baby, it's deeper than the rap). [Hook:] Doin a 150 miles and
california I was homeless in Venice beach It was all a dream Came to California at seventeen Little n-gga tryna bubble up from the crack scene It got
it again Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it And do it and do it, let's live it up And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it Let's do
them tools, tell 'em boys it could get mechanical, Now pop that pussy like a .44, I turn ya round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin
's From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's [Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it
really wanna make it In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear She don't really care about anyone advice Nothing here's real, and everyone's
never see you againHey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night Them boys in their
doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia numbers, each quarter like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it lemme hurta
you want it Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it Sit up on it shawty, get up on it See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz
now taking over the building It's time for some of that ol', that good ol' Yankee up north dirty south, Yankee music Uh, it ain't where you from, homey It's
be lost and claimed 'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game Whether adoption or foster it's all the same Jim's the rider of riders, J R's the
that's why we fell in love And now she's gone and all I have to say is Bluebirds over the mountain Seagulls over the sea yeah Bluebirds over the mountain