sun come out we dumb out, fuck them niggas talkin' bout? Swagga on a 100 witout pullin guns out witout pullin cars out, bitches pullin there bras out witout pullin cars out
Alex one day out in L.A., made a call in New York Told his man God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for support Remember that Ray shit that Jamie
are they labeling me Hating on me I deserve some fucking radio play anytime Day night not once a week one time on Sunday (you know) (Chorus) (Lil' Rob) Pull out
the bidness I gotta charge you to peep this Niggaz can't see me I'm ray Charles or a eclipse Stevie in the blackout see me with the Mack out Twista gon
When I start gettin' pussy every day of my life It really didn't matter what the bitch look like I remember one night after the Sugar Ray fight Wouldn
the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample
seemed to fit right nice with you Now girl, remember... Before to long you started askin' me about a pretty little ring you saw And I found myself downtown one day
day Back in the day, back in the day Back in the day, back in the day Y'all remember back in the day, you dig? Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, Miles Davis
and thugged out Baggy pants and black (? ) looking all bugged out So let me tell you what a thug about When I walk into a room it becomes dog day afternoon
BITCHES I'M A NIGHT TIME NIGGA DAY RICHES I WON'T EVEN CALL THE WOLVES FOR YOU NIGGAZ I'LL BRING GAY BITCHES IT'S LIKE ORDERING TAKE OUT YOU KNOW
and thugged out Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out So let me tell you what a thug about When I walk into a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
[Intro] Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here Motherfucking soft-ass niggaz out here "It's 'bout to be on" - The Lah That talk lot of shit "'bout to
niggaz (Bust it, I told you so) Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo) [Chino XL] Multiplicty, out huntin my clones Rap's turnin out
sucker i don't play cards hip-hop was dead til i went and dug it out the grave yard (yard) you must be ray charles you seen the dood-us eetha those are
Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley: Yeah? Carl: Then she came out here work on the Woodstock festival. Ray: What are you doing with that chicken? Carl: And then uh, then . . . Ray
My name ring bells like girl scouts when they sellin shit Metaphors, fly out, for brothers who, puff the lye out Put your gun away, he'll shoot your eye out
heaven all day. Yes sir, he got nothin' But roll around heaven all day. I say he just roll around heaven all day. Now you say it... (with chorus) Roll around heaven all day
people to come up Man, we strugglin', it's hard sometimes But tomorrow's better than yesterday I was born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles