fuck try me 45 on my hip, gone check em if they try me Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards From eastside to riverdale fake wheels thunder bells That's gone keep my
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh
Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys
rain on my parade! I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, And if I'm fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir. At least I didn't fake it. Hat, sir, I guess
face the future without him: I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, Guess we didn't make it, At least I didn't fake it. Don't tell me not to live
are cool there Reluctant I followed but I never dreamed there Would be someone there who would catch my attention I wasnt out looking for love or affection Said I paid my
on let me chang my swag My flow board band yall boys dtill last My whole click straight Yall whole click fags Last night ya girl forhead was on my abs
Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers in the cake I think I really dug her `cause I was too loose to fake I said "I'm hurt" she
alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band
was an accident I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam I hate the straight jacket it aint latching, and can't lock it So they stapled my hand to my
was an accident I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching, and can't lock it So they stapled my hand to my
fact is my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums When I was young, moms put soap on my
jeans on. Young girl, won't you take my order? she said, "Yeah, but right now I'm kinda busy... can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my
heard me that's my song dj you know ya goin hard so don't hurt me that's my song dj here come my favorite part so let's party [verse 1:] i see some hotties
you you're allowed to rain on my parade I'll march my band out I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out Your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it