I'm not [?] boy I'm heading back to my car, As I walked around the corner, I was like damn, Los Angeles [?] behind my lam,.. before I can hot the gate I
religion, And my Desert Eagle's in 'em. Then I pull out; Like I should have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway, Oh well, back to my story. I
And I'm not [?] boy I'm heading back to my car, As I walked around the corner, I was like damn, Los Angeles [?] behind my lam,.. before I can hot the gate I
ass I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth In a fly
and lawn chairs man you unfold I'm looking out my window for some, sunshine I'm trying to give it up cause I swear it's my time I five petreat and start
my VIP's And individualize 'cause I'm an MC I can because I care because my family's here Cause I (cause I what) Cause I (cause I what) Cause I 'preciate the mentality of music I
's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on {P. Diddy} You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY
some gangsta shit I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up Oh what did ya think I, could never think I Would
I'll fuckin I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker I'll fuckin I'll fuckin
Boy is back for good now See this is the part I like right here I like when I see everybody on the dance floor Yeah, I see y'all just shakin' your asses
I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
no sleep, only rest is In between the blink My life story was Written in blood, permenant ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em Gotta think like that 'cause Forever I
? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I
my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with
a couple licks like a lollipop Cause I can't and I won't stop till I see your panties drop Then I drop my load like a washin machine Then I'm on my way
