how you blow me kisses The way you come back to the crib and cook and wash the dishes It's kinda hard to fight it once the fire is ignited You feel my
Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire
, boom boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a
niggas like Alfredo in Godfather Two shot revolver, that Dillinger shit In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke
: He had a way with that chicken . . . Phyllis: He . . . look at the way he handles that chicken, he had a way . . . look at the way he holds it, and
waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin' Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day No way
And dawg I'ma test your education What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration? I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
lackin nothing From the streets of SouthCali, all the way to OC Any where around the world that smokes the dope weed We got what it takes, Kush bud, hash cakes, smoke
say that once you in the zone, then it's hard to stop [x3] [x2] I'm a A class, ahead of my peers I'm near the next weight class, I'm aiming for them harder
whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi
like trust me blood, you don't wanna make this hard, hand over your money, your phone and your pokemon cards, rule fast or else I'll go on like smoking
that line of drift No matter what the course!? ?Drive ?em down the middle all the way!? The heat and the smoke are nothing. The flames from the fires
that line of drift No matter what the course!" "Drive 'em down the middle all the way!" The heat and the smoke are nothing. The flames from the fires
s the way we survive My alter-ego, Five-Hundred Fifty-Five people collide Beneath a ?counter-locks? last like a thousand shots Black Thought, SP side-clout to strut on sidewalk Dip like high drug, spit fire