MySpace 'Cause online I'm out in Hollywood I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good I drive a Maserati I'm a black-belt in karate And I love a good glass of
t worry bout my brother we have a argument it drive me to go out, you my flesh so me and another woman wont bout it, I?m thinking bout the times when
, long gone: It could have been me or you. Oh, baby, there's no time to lose. So I'm gonna bring home a dozen roses, An' pour us a glass of wine. An'
the air (One time for the West side, let me see them hands...) Hands up in the air (Two times if you love GOOD Music) Hands up in the air (And three times
eroded time, I never said goodbye, Never said goodbye. And the worst part through eroded time, I never said goodbye, Never said goodbye. And the worst part through eroded time
can't ignore But nothing we can do Making up for lost time I'm trying to catch up fast I begin to see you and me Through rose colored glass I'm unsure
checkout MySpace 'Cause online I'm out in Hollywood I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good I drive a Maserati I'm a black-belt in karate And I love a good glass
better days have passed We walk the streets of broken glass Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun Like dogs we were driven from this place Such injustice, time
worry bout my brother we have a argument it drive me to go out, you my flesh so me and another woman wont bout it, I?m thinking bout the times when you
(feat. Black Rose Kartel) [Nikki Bonds - Black Rose Kartel] Yeah, yo, '98 bitch, '99 to 2G, Rose Cartel Brownsville to Canada, Toronto, Ghetto Concept
have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake I cut niggas like class and glass
niggaz get lucky and get on first time Shine quick, die fast, not built to last I'm first class, straight up y'all albums trash Court dates got me screwfaced, drive
in the right lane and I'm in the left So I hit the break and he hit the gas, and as he passed I busted a shot that broke the glass And the car was swerving