again ,my love.oversea frm coast to coast,to find the place i luv the mist,where the fields are green to see u once again my love.To hold in my arms.to
believe me go ask my momma and them, could'nteven come in my room smell like... look like me and two of my boys was playing casino, everything I keep in my
my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) So live your life
no cake They should throw they hand in, 'cause they ain't got no spades My whole team got dough So my bankhead is lookin' like Millionaires' Row Rihanna : Life
see the sun sets in the West 'Cos I know my whole life gonna be a solid mess I got to find my baby I declare well I I ain't had no real good lovin' since my
Here it comes, millennium And everybody's talkin' bout Jerusalem Is this the beginning or beginning of the end? Well, I've got other thoughts my friend See I've got my
pain Cock my shit I'm a bust my pound That's my dog I'm a die with him Cock my shit then ride with him That's just how the west side did him Slick ass
for their female love They showed me how to cook and clean and show women love Shout out to my nieces and my nephews And I love my family One day bless
t shit so I gotta do 'em all, And you know I'm gonna ball like I'm eight feet tall, Cause my flow like sushi it so so raw, It means my career will be
West Back I Told Him To Put Half Of California On My Fuckin Back Half Of Washington Part Of Nevada Give Me Every City From Portland To Tiauhana Let Me Carry The West
times was hard Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus My only love
, instead of watching me get my bread Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at
to the west Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house in your chest A nigga done been through so much shit the last five years of my
don't get it confused, I ain't trickin cause I'm pimpin But without you in my life I would be barely livin, mayne What we do in my arms is like doja to
Why'd you keep buying their guns Foolish Life's too short Record companies love when them kill themselves It boost up the record sales Record companies love
richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
