for the day you get murt 'cause I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work I love myself , my family , and love my son Love my niggas and love
up People my age, tried to say slow my speed up Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up Chorus: [Carl Thomas] (Noreaga) I love my life (Love my life, yo) Sold drugs
do? That's why (Love's gonna get you) (Love's gonna get you) (Love's gonna get you) You fall in love with your chain You fall in love with your car Love
went to prison You only fucked niggaz while in prison Of course, fucked, fucked niggaz, you only did that And your mummy, your daddy, your daughter and your
have we A rolls and lavish lifestyles My girl yo she slices pies A benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga Executive thug But she respects me and loves Don't let your
York is back. Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
time with your moms sweet old bitch we was chewing you was suckin your chico stick shoulda sent your fairy ass to military class now your moms gettin sceamed on by your
I can. I can be a love that fills ya. I can be a drug that heals ya. I may not be superhuman but i can be your superhero. i ca- i could be your superhero
heh, heh That's Shadowboxing Yo It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas Leave you a**** out, passed out, it's cold Pack your h*** u*, blow your
[Slug] (I pledge allegiance to Budweiser and free drugs) Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith, Bill Clinton And Motley Crue And anyone else who has
skirt Now you looking like a jerk, 'cause she hurt you Now heads up, don't be a playa, hater Just peep game, keep your mind on your money Watch the bitch change See hoes love thugs and thugs love
make my moves on Miss Lane, she called me young boy Told her not to dis me, I just wants to be your love toy ?You, young boy, my love toy, I doubt that
-jerking, LA-slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album [Dr. TC] Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm guessing That your
of your head Ear to the ground Love in the back of your mind We're on a hill Stay very still I would love a better drug You lucky jerk You lucky jerk
'm your cousin Your highschool year book under my pillow You walk by my window, I see your silhouette Candle light is what I desire But all I get to do is fix your
limb, out on the edge, no matter what they say the pleasure of pain, day after day, dat after day love kills, it hurts me to see you this way love
on vasectomies I represent like Canarcy argue Quick to stick a party, intoxicated from Bacardi Real shit, legit like pigs who carry biscuits Intrinsic, like your kind of mind in your