beyond the clouds Something heavy coming down tonight It's in my blood It was a bright night When my soul went out of hell It's in my blood Feel I was
doobie ashtray So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness Sick of I'm missing you, so here's
really wanna go, that's why I ask Lord bless my soul Had to stop hanging with hoes, even some my kin folk It's bad for my brain, bad for my blood, bad for my
prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing
guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like
my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real
pleasure Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine DVD's on the screen Blowing
shine! (Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!) Yay's still livin' the crime route Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out. {DAMN! } [explode] I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!) My
gotta hit till it's feeling real good Getting rhythm in the middle of the night Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on Teach ya
f-ck you. It's Young Money, Cash Money playboy, it's about the size of it, at the rooftop, so hot up here n-gga. Let's go! [Chorus:] Take yourself a
Nigga Blow After Pound My Niggaz Puttin It Down Nigga And Yeah Ridin Big Is My Crown Nigga Holdin My Rounds Nigga-Holdin My Town My Nigga (Believe That
hot like blowing up bru-spots, Kuz it's thursday night and the night is young, 4-day weekend tryin to have some fun, DJ throw 'em up, drop them joints, kuz everybody's
a sister Kimy (worrrrd up) And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up) So let's get ready for the jam [Chorus] Esthero Jumping music, swift D.J.'s Smoke
long I can't remember what it's like. There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door, You didn't know it, you didn't think it
