Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me Instead they speed ahead Yo nigga watch me [Chorus] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't
Got Me Singing Tina Marie How You Bom In Giovanni She In Gucci And Prada Chillin In A Mirada Studying Like A Scholar So I Don't Even Bother I Be Poppin
hate if it's bad And if this all don't make you mad I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine Nothing sacred and nothing divine Father, bless me, we're at full
a rep the west like this (And I won't quit, shit) I know they ain't expectin' this (I'll handle it) It couldn't be that homeboy, yes it is I'm bringing
little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me
we got your back (rock the body) [T. Lee] Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body) [T. Lee] Hey! Well alright, uh-huh It don't stop
kissed me Stop whinin, just to cry and get the mackin daddy I don't like it when the angry chick is actin crabby That's why he bagged me Ghetto jewel,
world, my girl your love has saved me No other love, no other girl, no other lady Could take the place of you my boo, dawg, don't forsake me Baby girl, don't
bitch, don't even fuckin' bother I wanted a brother my mother I told her But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada So both of our
mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry [both
the sky once you get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way, or you might
At times this thing ain't logical I gots to walk around with my brain on cock Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop Hook Malik B (
an abyss? Sometimes I wonder if you even exist 'cause if you do then you're taking the piss I don't deserve this why are you torturing me God? We both know something ain't
Someone with a puerile brain! FIRMIN (examining both letters) These are both signed "O.G." . . . ANDRE Who the hell is he? BOTH (immediately realizing
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there'
ll be slurpin Comical bums your wack jams ain't workin You ain't got the style to rock no man You get a pound from me, but with no hand Diss em, I'm not
: (feat. Supernatural) [Vinnie Paz:] Fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby Check it out I'm the father of Christ I don't know why you bother to write I'm raw on the