We go real slow or do it (fast) Just like I thought you ran out of (gas) And girl you like the new S(class) Every time I look at you I want to (smash)
on her boots she's bringin nuttin back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas
boxing game and left niggaz laying flat All of us 12 or 13 at the time Drinking cheap wine, and smokin' brown bag dimes I was into writing rhyme in class
Exist? Apologies are useless, they're nothing, They're important. To savour the taste of youth And sweet control... Hierarchal classes Split the masses
is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities. and the magazine spreads of fashion models gas
And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick I watched her fall and hit the ground Just like a damn brick (damn brick) He hit the gas
: (feat. Teyana Taylor) [Chris Brown:] I'm in the class homie no gas mas paper long stack higher than giraffe ass I used to drive space ship so I landed
, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's OK, cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class But that'
thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis And your city faded off to brown, nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming
room blue She'll work a little overtime And hope it all works out for Frank and her If she can keep him home nights Away from those factory girls And the gas
thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming
but thanks to all the haters, I know G4 pilots on a first name basis, and your city faded off to brown, Nino, she insists she got more class, we know
the gas mask on the mic there were blasts cause I do it it's my task And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pass the class Check out the vocab,
riot The class war is hanging on a wire Because the martyr is a compulsive liar When he said "It's just a bunch of niggers throwing gas into the hysteria
at 6 o'clock and again at eleven! arsonists burnin people and they dogs up while they sleepin peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin hurricanes
you needn't It's over now, it's over now You're dressin' with class well you needn't You're holdin' your sass well you needn't You think you're a gas
her tag along to getta taste of the lime light she likes nice cars and expsensive gifts, so i took her shoppin down sunset strip im talkin vip status, first class
don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas