eyes filled with tears thunder crashing through my windoww if this is what it costs to make you stay I can't aford it can't take the pain cause loving
tossing blinded eyes filled with tears thunder crashing through my window if this is what it costs to make you stay I cant afford it cant take the pain cause loving
blinded eyes filled with tears thunder crashing through my windoww if this is what it costs to make you stay I can't aford it can't take the pain cause loving
and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every
-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped
it I'm a fiend Fe-fetish for these kicks A fetish for these jeans Fetish for my hoodie, fe-fe-fetish fetish fetish Sweater on tight as the nights get colder City
san shi Pierre Cardin and the girls go (uh uh uh uh hoo) yeah, the fly girls go (uh uh uh uh hoo) yeah you can find us sitting pretty, high sadiddy running our city
talk And they family won't have to walk cross grave moss I'm the king it because I mob boss pay cost I pro ball on em they rock chalk Jayhawk So bow
Big fish in this small world, they'll all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star
I'm just getting back from the tour, man What it be like, man? Yo, bust it, turn me up Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
city where nothing pretty And everybody know I spit a flow to get up with Diddy And now we fi'nna blow Niggas in the hood show me love I'm the girl
-a-bus and the P.Diddy We stay livin' at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin', be state of the art We rockin' ya block shit, wlyin' like rock
'll neva catch yo boy without his stunnas on Big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em Any top notch dyme in ya city
seek higher thought Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
Rock city nigga Yeah Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...) You think I call myself King just 'cause I want love Yo, yo [Verse 1] Like it's
