the air I breathe it just don't feels the same I'm willing to do half for the baby, I'm willing to do half for the baby, half for the baby Don't leave
, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except
out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni**a, so don't make me I got a dream to see
with' MJG Full of sticky green, I'm a fiend for the 'Dro Got dough, young pimpin', just a slow flow pro Lean in the paint, on my old school beamin' Pop
K-Mart shopping center Wit? a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain I?ll crush your brain
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc I gotta
a wild life with style And my brain on drugs I won't stop it till I'm numb Tellin myself the night is young [Chorus:] Rollin, rollin, rollin (Young-
those who understand meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months I gave ms. cit da pain Now it's young money baby, keep the change My mama say f**k em and we
shit I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that Yo, push her on
in the ring I'm half man, half rabbit Bitches be like "ahh man" when they see me with Cardan Puffin on the green, discussin a war plan I used to have
and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million
its me Ain't no dream or no fantasy (biitch) it's T-I-P Brought busting, like a baby do a blanket Five karat VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie Half of
s The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys Wit the diamond against the trim A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim A sporty young shorty wit the
(Nah!) On dem hot summa nites we be servin' the white (Aiight!) On dem cold winta days we be shootin' A.K's You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard
sack Had the westside crackin' ask about in the map [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I turned a brick into a clotheing line a boost commerical And they still talkin' young so who's commercial Young
half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half
