You got to save us! S-O-S! I'm out of gas. I'm out out of touch. Shipwrecked ferry... marry me -or take me out to lunch. No, I won't be coming home. Tell
: You got to save us! S-O-S! I'm out of gas. I'm out out of touch. Shipwrecked ferry... marry me -or take me out to lunch. No, I won't be coming home
You got to save us! S-O-S! I'm out of gas. I'm out out of touch. Shipwrecked ferry... marry me -or take me out to lunch. No, I won't be coming home.
it's a shame, the way I'm steady smoking this Jane It's getting hard for me to focus my brain, hoping it change I'm going deranged, something's always trying to deceive us
world I did it without him If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find
a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk
out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
I was raised niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's I prayed to my Lord that head won't take me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's and hit
over the sheets, let us gather around And form words every time they meet Allah be a born, Cee Divine, equality Father, then after that, there's the G O
