Well the cocaine habit is mighty bad It's the worst old habit that I ever had Hey hey honey take a whiff on me Take a whiff on me Take a whiff on me
Die in your beauty sleep Where is grandma? It's time to eat... Perhaps in the bathroom, trying to excrete... She's not on the throne, where can she be
Well the cocaine habit is mighty bad It's the worst old habit that I ever had Hey hey honey take a whiff on me Take a whiff on me Take a whiff on
: Die in your beauty sleep Where is grandma? It's time to eat... Perhaps in the bathroom, trying to excrete... She's not on the throne, where can she
Ya call yourself a hustler Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Me I'm still a hustler
I pray the Lord my soul to take God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine
in the hood Puttin' worth, did some dirt Now a snitch never would Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P Growin' up Time comin' back sippin Henessey We said we seniors are old
loud again, yeah we are the party men cosmetics that you fretted we sport the high aesthetic here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic (come on) I am what I am mix some old
(I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca
and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight I be scheming
I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal [Chorus] - 2X Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
we out yo Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips Niggas ain
ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait Got a brand new SIG and that old thirty eight I be scheming
time it takes, rhymin takes, so they violate Grab a pen, begin to gather men Form a crew of new jacks that never knew jack That never knew wack, that never knew the old
E-40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years-old
not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Uncle Sam Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine My uncle, "Old
around it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend it's the same old story, same old story same old song and dance fate comes a-knockin