You dont know me or my motherf*ckin mother you motherf*ckin punk Put me on your motherf*ckin cover to sell your little sell out mag I aint mad I feel
That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear the breakdown [Verse 1: The Game] No detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog And it feel
back again And now it's back in a van with four of my mans Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands I feel like tourin' this land's made me more
t feel like i could have said that And even now, even right now, it doesn't feel like i could have said that And even now, even right now, it doesn't feel
Over here in California the sun maybe shining Back in New York there is frost on the ground I can feel it christmas is coming so much snow is falling
I got my radio on It's so exciting here with the skyscrapers In the dark I feel in touch with the modern world I feel in touch I feel alive With 50,000
lauderdae portland orlando chicago and frisco i left my heart in austin with mary campbell got lost in boston looking for the tea party met a child
pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were wearing thin She turned a mile or two When I asked her where she headed for "Back up to Boston
official since middle school. (that's right!) You approach me wrong, I'm out living you (uh-huh!) I'm from Detroit, where niggas is not feeling you. (
a pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were wearing thin She turned a mile or two When I asked her where she headed for "Back up to Boston
Hey foxy' come here He's too old, Jackie Probably doesn't know what it's like anymore Hey Lita, I feel so, um, you know I know Let's go to Hollywood
Sweet talkin' Johnny push a john quicker than he spit Street walkin' tin with a crooked crown waitin' for it There she goes She born in Boston but
badman name Palmer, Tristan, Mocha from Payne Land Wah do some pussy wid second-hand jeep and few namebrand Sing some funeral Psalms when mi rise dem arms yah Feel