see my face on Tv screens [Rack-Lo] So rich I own a time machine Helicopters, submarines, cbs, mvc MTV, BET, exquisite split sonian exhibit [Rack-Lo
: [Pito Wilson:] They keep coming, savage brown skin poors, across the custom checkpoints in San Diego Between Rack of cars on our freeways, they hang
this track and I got more to say I ain't new to this, I'm so true to this See what you get fucking with Cee-Lo and Ludacris [Cee-Lo] Yes I can sing,
knew they were poor we were all inocent to grieve judgment The country was combusing with life like a long hybernatin volcano With a long tale of succes like j-lo
you, you, you, you... (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Ghostface Killah:] On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose Mac 11
'm trying to work Ah forget it, I'm going berzerk 'Cause I stack my change and I'm back to claim My reign on top, so pack your thangs I've racked your
so hard over this track and I got more to say I ain't new to this, I'm so true to this See what you get fucking with Cee-Lo and Ludacris [Cee-Lo] Yes
at The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps Have a mishap, push ya wig back Where you go to get the fresh trim at Four on the jake got the Timb rack
yard, two wacks back to the wall Use the two gat stash pack in the wall Picture Mac liftin' up racks in the yard I had a block, shiftin' up, knocking off racks
sticks, lockin me down for bein around Still remember, never surrender into the beast The man, peace for Diallo My reality is to fight back police brutality [Crunch Lo
[Shawty Lo] Yaa.. I like tha way that sound lemme T-Pain it one time man LO, AYE [HOOK] I know, i be amazing rockin shows got the world goin crazy couple
Bumping Ron Isley in the truck with the tree Getting high hoping this ugly bitch will fuck me [Chorus] Now you look like Madonna with a splash of J-Lo
be told Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll We be the lik like E, Tash, and J Lo We harass niggas
bezzel bitch im on another level soulja tell em i am the shit your not the shit you are a snitch, ha im back on deck nigga check my fucking stats SOD got fucking racks
the free It's the year of the G tho You know how I be tho Kick your ass out And then I'm foul like a free throw Call me crazy like Cee-Lo 4-5-6 chicks
[Pito Wilson:] They keep coming, savage brown skin poors, across the custom checkpoints in San Diego Between Rack of cars on our freeways, they hang their
Uhh Oh I Leave that pussy so sore that's right no doze Bitch Get lost in the Current how the doe flows Niggas call Maybachs Lo-Lo's Nigga Got the Glock
