chest shots, coming my way believe me (Yea!) yea best not stop at my gate, (Yea!) 3 cars, the rest** lot in the drive way, (Yea!) you know I got rest
: Bad intentions nigga Fucking with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the
the Rov The 6 in the hundred Stay blunted nigga I gets money You niggas spittin to get cars and cop cribs Can I live Drive that bullshit off a bridge
right, like father like son But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once Yeah them
: [Chorus: The Game] I got big money I drive big cars, Everybody know me, It's like I'm a movie star, Everybody know me, It's like I'm a movie star,
Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours, And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors" [Chorus: The Game] Where you from? (California) What city? (Compton) What you drive
you've given us this day Things that, people don't even realize ARE blessings! The food you've given us to eat The cars you've given us to drive The clothes
star, And I?m by far, Hollywood boulevard, but I?m from a boulevard that tought ya?ll to shoot out of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey driver?s like
by gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Drive by homicide
whips or bricks of 'caine I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range Hit the passenger, driver,
: [Chorus] I got big money I drive big cars, everybody know me, it?s like I?m a movie star, everybody know me, it?s like I?m a movie star, everybody
Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac
they right, like father like son But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once Yeah
*speaking over background*] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
what I done so far but I carve a niche with sits in my good things brain layin' the tracks like a loco mo spark the Jay Tabla Rosa is my brain don't mean to bug or drive
which sits in my good things brain layin' the tracks to Nirvana I wanna mess it up Tabla Rosa is my brain don't have to guess just what I'm sayin' don't mean to bug or drive
nigga Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars Same house
the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag) I'm the ice, you