Letras:Game. 'Till the Wheels Fall Off.

[Hook]
I just got home and I feel like a brand new day/
So I'm gon' roll 'till my wheels fall off/
I'ma take it one day at a time, snooze, I say
That's why I roll 'till my wheels fall off/
I got called once and I bet it gon' happen again if I/
Keep rollin' 'till my wheels fall off/
You only live once that's why I suggest to my friends that they/
Roll 'till your wheels fall off/


[Verse 1]
Glass house, candy painting, low ridin' twenty-two's/
Run up on my old schools, see what the semi do/
A hop out, corner store grab me a O.E./
White-tee dicky sagging G-Unit sneak's/
Twelve-inch cross-fires, you can still hear my speakers/
Dre started gangsta rappin' niggas still sleepin'/
Cashville Ten-e-key, Compton still got 'em cheaper/
Feds on next tails we still carry beepers/
Stash hold everything fire arms, cocain,
Drive-bys leave ya brains hangin' like my gold chain/
Ten G's on you fitted, fucking with my dope game/
Ski mask, climbing through your window like Bro, man/
In the hood fiends snitchin' on niggas for quarter rock/
Everybody on the floor, face down, gun shot/
All black bandana, infared, pass the glock/
Phantom in the drive way let the motha'fuckin' neighbourhood watch/


[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Homie let the D R A M A pop/
'Fore a nigga clap back somebody gotta take shots/
Eighty-four magazine for that Benzino shit/
Don't believe the hype, Dre the Chuck D. in it/
Aftermath, G-Unit, Shady rap politics/
Eat this beef shit, load up hollow-tips/
Boys, I cock back forty-five, swallow shit/
Lift niggas souls up like a hydrolics switch/
All I know is gangbangin', bandana's, poppin' clips/
Ass out, three-wheelin', bangin' two 'pacalypse/
Hood rat, model chick, six-four impalla shit/
G's up, hoes down, make bitches swallow dick/
Suck me, Eminem, 50 Cent, Dr. Dre/
Young Buck, Lloyd Banks, D Mack, Big Fate/
Free Tony Yayo, suck him out of G-Unit/
Tell evil-kenevil nobody stuntin' like he do it/
But nah/

[Hook]