One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone] aint too many can bang with us Armed and dangerous straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love
female stars or two And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, *** Not to be f***** with Mother*** better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck *** ***
texture (Fish scale) Now if you cook it yourself you get extras Dub that shit to death with this dub thang Only a few niggas left with this love mang
all It's tough out there, high water everywhere I got a craven love for blazin' speed, I got a hopped up Mustang Ford Jump into the wagon, love, throw
all It's tough out there Highwater everywhere I got a cravin' love for blazin' speed I got a hopped up Mustang Ford Jump into the wagon, love
I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the
So I can show her the suicides, and talk her into killin' herself I'm having problems dealing with wealth But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
run And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' And my jeans keep fadin' We're go out to yourself past Get yourself a pair of new blue jeans Into the washin' machine Six
like O.J. you all die I snack on motherfuckers like a bone Known to be the shit upon the microphone Ever since I was bown, not to ever love a bitch
It's found real deep inside yourself Brothers, stop singin' the blues Throw parties and barbecues Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life Play with your kids and make love
ABOUT THIS. WE CAN BE BUDS, BUT YOU?VE GOTTA GET OVER THIS CRUSH THING. FREDDIE: I AM OVER IT. SERIOUSLY. I?M IN LOVE YOU, YOU JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS
Rush, rush rush, rush Rush, rush, rush I hold your attention, protect yourself at all time This is war, ready, aim, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Sweep
own You say you should be yourself, your label tell you that ya wrong Should of known (known), I'm takin another trip to the 'Tone 'Cause they loved you
m bent, it's the circus without a tent Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a perfect color for your eyes Call an optimist, she's turning blue
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you 1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around