I don't, then imma check, ya chil-lin Somebody take the top of my thinker I'm mergin' in your lane and I ain't usin' a blinker Cause I get the people
wit my click (yo!) [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them
bitch, G-Unit, nigga don't trip I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow Lam Murcielago, loud gold top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Killin' pain from the lane, came infrared You've been shot by the 44 Caliber Killa I keep the 44 cocked for fools The Son of Sam the serial killa (Lock
thrill show that is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide for this one, three of the best that uncle sam could slam down
you might get hurt Slug burnt through your jacket Through your sweater, through your shirt Get cut from the belly up (What?) I break the chain, fast lane
is blow call it blew,we blow callin cocain, fuck hell nah nigga,iv'e been on that lean lean hard bouncin front to back,watch me change the lane lane
by Tom Hambridge and Susan Tedeschi) Just past Friar's Point, all the way across those lanes Just past Friar's Point, all the way across those lanes
Your buddy Sam's a bit confused He don't know what to do Getting tired of hearing your demands He's got the whole world in his hands And you can drive
I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy My, dick game is vicious, insane at bitches Mami keep comin' back 'cause mami came vicious Catch hov' in the drop, nasty thang lane
's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store Closed that's right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane
to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes
?Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank You can ride with me G I'm goin? to the bank To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane You get the
another thing we do is blow call, it blew We blow callin' cocaine, fuck head nah nigga I've been on that bang, bang hard bouncin' front to back Watch me change the lane, lane
, I've gotta go out and have fun At someone else's expense (Oh yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane
So lonely was the ballad Harmonica man Sam was so knackered after jives of love He puts on the gloves and then puts on his hat Then it's home to the missus
[INTRO] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I
[Intro] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game