That Mean Cool And Dre Get High Like Planes Your Man Wale In His Own Damn Lane Can't Control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines
(*talking*) Young Chris, worldwide What we doing Ro [Hook: Z-Ro] Balling, when you see us in them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking
pretty boy I brought chris breezy with me I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin
(feat. Bow Wow, Hurricane Chris) Picture Perfect Hurricane Chris Bow Weezy Chris Brown Remix Goo You might've seen her on every cover Of every
'm just too young to turn your page. I can PICTURE! Us switching lanes in the coupe With you on the phone screaming my name. (CHRIS!) [Chorus x2] [
you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page. I can PICTURE! Us switching lanes in the coupe With you on the phone screaming my name. (Chris
(Chris de Burgh, Albert Hammond) I don't mind this empty room, and I like it when I'm alone, I'm trying not to think about you, I'm not waiting by the
cars Sittin there wishin they problems became ours Cause we have nothin in common Since I done became star I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane
Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain You
throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over let Chris
play this game Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit
. That Mean Cool And Dre Get High Like Planes Your Man Wale In His Own Damn Lane Can't Control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines
how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane The shit that made Pinky blow Out the Brain brain Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super
