keep fucking up until I get it right. I?d rather spend life struggling with those who I love than spend days behind a desk waiting to give up. We Will Push On
motherfucker, in the grave But I will to keep on, keeping on busting back [Hook - 2x] Wake up before you get caught up Don't keep on selling your soul
ass, knowI'msaying Den-Den, Jay-Jay, Straight Profit, I appreciate the love And it goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on Till the motherfucking
him, I'm gonna kill him I'm gonna really make him pay for what he's done I'm gonna hit him, I'm gonna kill him Nobody spoils my fun Well I was crying
I Used To Bump Jazzo Run Up On U Take Yo Money And Yo Skateboard I Was A Asshole Now I Blast 4 Leave Him On The Grass Swole Kickin And Pushin Like Lupe
your fame I got under ground hits Say we're not original No budget for the videos Don't push it to the radio You got hyped up on them demo's What you
blind fury I shine jewelry sippin' on crusted grapes We lust papes And push cakes Inside the casket at just's wake It's sickening he just finish bidding
I smoke la like ??? it got me boomin like bad-a-bing Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on Hoes tongues be on my dong
(nah!) I'd rather have my hands on the grands of course So the plan is creepin' up on your man, pushing The Porsche (what!) [Chorus - Nate Dogg] (Obie
about him all the time. Shine on, shine on, Sun - oh it's so cold right here Shine on, shine on, Sun - shine on all night long White pale velvet Autumn
niggas keep a biscuit It's no gimmick I talk it how I live it So when a nigga cross the finish Gotta push it to the limit Got a mom and little sister I plan on
was the words I whispered (Huh) And I remember that look on your face When the nurse said push it again Your like I can't mommy, I was like your pushing
my back, I got your front From the start to finish Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants Take my back, got your front From the start to finish
the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, Cordoza the Composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp on
luck. Nuttin bad aint even happened, my left eye jumped. Put my hat on the bed when I walked in the room. Swept my feet, and I aint even spit on the
like thought it be got me boomin' like ba-da-bing Rap don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on hos tongues be on my dong-dong
pen ? I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in Bail money on debt, come at my neck Plus that boy cause that same place where him