stand for politicians, institutions, no religion, no solutions, war sick in my head revolution, evolution, no solution, institution, war so sick, so sick sick in my head
But that's enough about them, talk about me Yes it's B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you
I done for my sons And daughters and momma just call her I sold dope and dropped out of school seems it's all they can see They don't notice none of my
it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah) I think y'all know by now it's .. [Verse 1] You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah) Motherfuck the house (nah), the nigga's
yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to
supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that
, rappa Since the bubble L-E-X-U-S (yeah) I been swervin' and servin' the whole U-S (ah) The Remi' and the Bourbon be burnin' my chest (uh) S-F we the
B-O-L-O-U-S- [Verse 1: Fabolous] The games over I'm fed Hop out the Range Rover with led Inf on it so I won't aim over ya head Ya'll niggas that give
: (feat. DJ Clue) [Verse 1] F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our
Miami with a hole in ya head gettin' mistaked for dolphins Ice, Jacob can custom make ya coffin Its Ghetto F-A-B-O-L-O- U-S- hello [Talking:] He's a
Me Down like Shirak R.i.P To All Them Niggas And All My Niggas [Chorus x2] Don?t Don?t End Up dead Nigga Don?t Don?t up Dead [Verse 2] One thing about
[The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto
m Jackie-O Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna
cheek You won't be alive long enough to put out my heat (Chorus) Welcome to the west, let me show you what hood like My niggas down to sit on death row and ain't
boss, nigga my squad deep But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't
mo' guns than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
