There's too much space, in your room The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty White, is spreading over There's too much space, in your room There
too much space, in your room The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty White, is spreading over There's too much space, in your room There's too
ya toes old man Did a little over 500 I guess you Rose Gold man I'm something like a pimp my hos hold hands I'm gettin so much money my hos hold grands
you can't take it, too much [Eightball] Your body achin too much, trick, you're fakin too much Talkin bad 'bout your people, player-hatin too much [MJG
bitter sweet But it tastes good to me Take my turn, crash and burn It's how it's supposed to be So don't rain on my parade Life's too short to waste
pickin' up my cell? Memories, just keep ringing bells oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh Hear voices, I don't want to understand My car keys are jingling in my hand My
town But I'm down by law and I know my way around, too much Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah!
much weed I got the highest in the century, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll, Coffee Shop stop my
world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got my) Chorus: One love
Nelly] I - am - number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I - am - number one Hey hey hey hey... What does it take to be
life in the 619. So hey, DJ, hit me one more time. Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka
cachucha. 619 simo that's my corra. San Diego, Puerto Rico sinaloa. Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka. Booyaka. That's my pueblo. Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey
Take my advice It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box Pause in the
Yayayaya Selassie is the almighty I Wo yow, My meditation going like a dove Wo, stop alla keep failing To fulfill black people words, hey King Selassie
pay Listen to the way my rap flow delay His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks Too much to say, watch my remarks
cachucha 619 simo that's my corra San Diego, Puerto Rico sinaloa Booyaka Booyaka 619 (Hey) Booyaka Booyaka That's my pueblo Booyaka Booyaka 619 (Hey
life in the 619. So hey, DJ, hit me one more time Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka. Booyaka. ThatA?s my pueblo Booyaka. Booyaka. 619 (Hey) Booyaka