Come running home!) This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets... Let's go! I just wanna let you know, This situation leaves me outta breath. We'll drive
my grave. This is my one chance to take back, no regrets... Let's go! I just wanna let you know, this situation leaves me outta breath. We'll drive till
Catch a nigga by his toe We don't play no games But it sound like Call Of Duty when we let that P90 go Chitty chitty bang bang Chitty chitty bang It
1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we
: [Intro: Fabolous] Now I Dont Kno What Life Whould B In H.I.P- H.O.P Wit Out The Boy F.A.B Not Only N.Y.C Im Hip-Hop's Flava Fuck! Out Ma Way Plz Do
hand [x2] [The Game:] Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute Won't you put that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it Before you do that drive
close your eyes just one last time as I put you sleep Nigga rest in peace, you don't want no beef, don't make me put the peace song R.I.P. You don't
right, like father like son But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once Yeah them
ain't even ask for his fuckin chain But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio Now I'm on my way to Rio After I see my P.O. She cool, she a Leo She ain't
about da Hustlers in da hood same Sean John Jeans as yesterday Waitin' fo' da Customas , nigga I us to be them all black B.M. From da A.M. to da P.M.
make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal
Em Out Some Body Go Tell Free To Help Em Out Yea Young Neefe Help Em Out Dress Up Like Run D.M.C To Help Em Out Yo P Go See Beenz And Break Em Out Show
that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Drive by homicide R.I.P. tats in Ol' English
A., I go in Crenshaw and floss a little Slot a lot thang and them Black Wall Street Double-U and P and C-P-T, we keepin' it G In our lowriders, riders
] Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real
: [Chorus] I got big money I drive big cars, everybody know me, it?s like I?m a movie star, everybody know me, it?s like I?m a movie star, everybody
Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac