do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
What is that Cristal? No, Dom P? Hell no This is that Carlos Santana champagne Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint Mine too, but a lot of these busters
And I'm just tryin' to keep a piece of mine And I'm gon' shame a motherfucker with a piece of mine 'Cause they tryin' to take a piece of mine So I'm
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like bitches when I walk
care If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like bitched when
you nigga that aint fair, I want you to be mine Chorus (x2) She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box She like to wrap her legs
that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign The game is mine, I'm so far in I'
me Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love
on the block man From the rock bottom gotta do what I gotta Grab wallets pick pockets let nothing stop us Not even the law We are the law box cutters
we love the most the truth about ourselves. And when they say, Hey that doesn't fit into our box for you, we say, Well, I ain't in no box. Don't try
can't pay attention give me detention Living in the moment just kills the time I wanna find you and make you mine My heart's a boom box beating all
Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine" There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, original tick in
daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
of next line) Your life, your life, your liiiii...i-iiii...i-ife VERSE 1 I awake, floatin 3 feet off my bed, An old cardboard box, no shoes, no socks
(claude s.) You turn your eyes into mine And I can see my cold reflection, Smiling as if everything was faltering. I could touch your skin so softly,
the way C'mon... I can build on my exaltations But alone I'll never win You can teach me how to smile, And to alter all my sins I will give you anything