it all, your crib, cars and beepers Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin' ya speakers Burgundy Landcruisers, chrome rims on blue Rugers Lyrical hollow tip
Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues And I, laid
[Intro/Chorus: Teddy Riley] Freak Out - Maybe cos I'm a star Just because I'm pushin fancy cars Freak Out - Chalk up another notch Could it be the diamonds
in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing Let me see one two three, my bad I'm tripping Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue
a Jaguar You didn't think G. Rap was going that far I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off And now if you're riding the tip, just get the
, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop Well, hit dis motherfucker den I can feel it Tonight's the night, I get in some shit 'Deep Cover' on the incognito tip
is melts into blood. To keep this feeling you wish that you could. To do it all over again you would. The meaning of life on the tip of your tongue.
that cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees Bout as blue
motherfucker den! {*pipe lights up*} ("I can feel it!") [Dr. Dre] + (Snoop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeahhh) +Deep Cover+ on the incognito tip
done already warned me, they wanna harm me I ain't worried about em, messing with Trae I got a army Plus a line of blue and red cars, that don't know
Westcoast, is what I'm ranging That candy blue, on locks that I'm staging Rearranging, your changing thoughts When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars
noticed a couple cars is missing Let me see one...two...three, my bad I'm tripping Kinda look like I'm Cripping, when my paint change to blue By the way
that's yo? life that ten in the brown For XL six or seven fo? pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars
, M-P, and they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that M-O, N-E, but why? Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
Day Soundtrack Uh uh, uh huh Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit) Yeah, whooo [Chorus] Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars
where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 2 ] I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers Red or blue,
Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'] [Verse One: Mr. Funke] Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip