: getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that i choose sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo and i been riding
I hope you get his ass before he drops. Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks. Coming up like a fat rat. Big money, big cars, big body
that shit for pimp okay well never mind, I I I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothing nice Bracelet saying you should quit, cars saying fuck ya
: Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is
with special 38 slugs so we don't end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em' the rule is to get rid of em' for those who feel they getting away
: 7 Days To Change Your Life Just one local call and you'll see A Happy path through life, not for free Little bit fat, you can't get a girl Short on
for a livin, that's a given, why is it? Why don't ya'll try to visit the neighborhoods I live in My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central
: I walked through the city limits, Someone talked me in to do it, Attracted by some force within it, Had to close my eyes to get close to it, Around
Aint like me (that chick to bony) Ride this beat beat beat (like a pony) Meet me at the top (top) top (Getting lonely) Who think they test me now? Run through
m powered by uranium Unleash my serium On a whole stadium And wild chickenhead getting high from avilium It's like, it's like shit's getting serious Cats getting
a chopper with numbers on the bottom "Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every
corner market Until I got my ass whipped Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit Thirteen, that's how old I was When my jimmy started getting a little
with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting
with(Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(Shit!) And it's getting
: He's just a man getting through life the best he can He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan
just don't see the other Computer age computer age Computer age. Precious metal lines Molded into highways Running through me So microscopically Days and nights Weeks and months and seasons Rolling through
Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginnsu Look at the life that I been through