Only You girl that's what I'm 'bout In my world, Only You, I'mma do for a love What I would do for a love [Outro: Half-A-Mill] Word!, Only You baby,
from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan I keep you on ya toes old man Did a little over 500 I guess you Rose Gold man I'm something like a pimp my hos
you ice, Gave you a second chance then you played me twice, Couldn't be a real homeboy to save you life, I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice. Chorus: I only fuck with you
nine five a bird take half of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When you get to the projects ask for Black You know what you started with give him half
at arms, reached, cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever
And She A Video Girl To The Fullest Extent So I Wrote You A Song Cuz I Cant Stay With A Video Girl And You Betrayed Your Wealth Got A Feelin You Shoulda
retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the city
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you
societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout ca Dans
I just got this girl wet From this watch and this chain around my neck What's in the lot, I rock a Phantom for a half mil Hit the lock a flyin' ho goes
A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap Asap, asap, asap Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap Asap, asap, asap Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a
, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you All that shit
your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel
never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only
gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for