Hello Ice comes to mind When I think about your heart And I think about the way you steal away my emotions And I'd like to make it clear to say Hello
all, That's why I go from how you doin', to fuck all y'all! My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop, But it ain't no red or blue lights flashin
over town So whatever I hustle I could never be out of bounds Out of five conrads they say they down with me Four want me dead but don't want me to take
nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt 24/7 all day and night, around the clock that's how we work I could give a fuck, about these niggaz wanting
Now it's time, for expansion Bought a nice house for parole, now I'm grind up building a mansion I'm a rapper, and a game capper Blue and red like a snapper
a big pocket And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes? Around when I come around, in red
Take a paper towl with em ride chu loose bowels with em leave em in the trash Can hundred thou for the trash man I'm a bad man hell even worse trick she use It not want
Niggaz Ain't Gon' Ride For Shit, They Know If They Came Through Everybody In The X-5 Is Hit Red Rag Or Blue Rag, Niggaz Die For This The Game The Reason
just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh, the fuck you want
it, every night in the news We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America... Get busy, Humpy The red, the white, the blue and The blue and the red
Curled up in the darkness Searching for the light The smell of sweat and shit Steaming through the night Random urine testing Pills red, pink and blue
Anka), Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder (Crawford), O Mein Papa (Paul Burkhard), Over The Rainbow (Harburg/Arlen), Star-Spangled Banner (Smith/Key), Suite: Judy Blue
salons. I've had some very good years. I haven't missed a whole lot in those firecracker years, And I don't want to miss a thing when the future appears
get the story book Heeeeereeeee weeee go Slam the impala door and want do ya see Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me I had phat red laces
letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue
