shame) (Baby Bash) I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket Roll around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say Ronnie Ray you need to stop it Punk bootleggers man
, I just got me a triple beam, From a dope feen, But he a homie though, Use to be a balla, Till he started using all his dough, Rock it up, Chop it
tropics We gone, we out it, no we don't need rockets, no we hop on the mother ship and we gone, we slide it We slippin thru the nitches, we hyperspace glidin, blasting
ll be laying on the ground suffering Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you I try to only resort to violence if I have to But man niggaz out here
white, (like who?) Steve Nash Gun go in the waist, dun' dough, I get cake Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake [Hook: Vado] Hit 'em up, shotty blast
, This time as visual as possible, Guns blast at the hospital, The walls are white washed with tin rooftops, To show love you lick two shots, It's dangerous man
Wiz Khalifa - Hook] Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go So we riding, we smoke til we can't anymore And keep floatin' Pass it to your man,
fame When I coming down in my ?born? And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me I don't give a damn about none of you hoes I blast on sight
C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals, but I'm the better master Who you gonna blast up on your ghetto blaster? When I start
it is Now we got a new motherf**kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast
you on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man
featuring G-Unit 2Pac: I'm loyal to the game {Verse 1: 2Pac} Now I've got task on a nigga's ass Tell me will they blast me I think of an alias in case
Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie
with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them Blast it
you fear? Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here My last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard Fuck with me bet I blast your
man, is his OWN man And only man can satisfy the man Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man The for realness of the man You can't shake the
all you muthafuckers Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up [Verse 1: Tupac] Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers When they scrappin' Blast
