Letras:
Good Luck Contact

off puffing them trees [Eminem {Dre}:] Was luck enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up cheech! Come on smoke me up cause, get me contact buzz! Get me on

contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?" "Good luck

swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact

it less It's all in contact, two pal ya waitin', then I'll get ready And one spot up, one spot up, through your candled ground Well I got myself what I call luck

contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?" "Good

contact With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with? You see me on the street, you always act surprised You say, "How are you? Good

These bitches ain't shit, man." "I know that's right." "It always be those freaks though you fall in love with, man." "Aw, they be havin' good-ass pussy

I run my own company Somebody call me, my number's unlisted Some stories are straight and others come twisted Women's intuition and young gals luck

swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue' It kinda supports theories of scary niggas Who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact