friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
I'm the gang rapper on a regular route Me and Weezy blood brothers we got red Ferraris Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardis Red tops on top models
where the darkness is still beautiful! [Cee-Lo] I've been runnin' since rock box I've cocked locks and locked blocks and rocked rocks and dropped tops
To the floor, to the floor She took it to the floor [x3] [Drake:] Ok, Ok, Sittin' in a owners box Or in the Caribbean twitin' off Corona tops I'm sittin
freshest on the block After school shootin' hoops pumping on my Reebok's Kept my shoes always new, coming straight out the box (Fresh) Every day different colors on my Nike high-tops
- Violent J] Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops Just like your Atomic
myself of this idiot box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box! From the depths of the sea to the tops
rid myself of this idiot box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box! From the depths of the sea to the tops
and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops
never been flat I punk ass bitch i aint never been that Reminisce how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap IN his newport box with only one stick left Snort
on a rise so they sitting me high And the rims born in '79 Weezy carry the nine glocks Slipping they gon have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box
chat ah dis ah tune yah wa ago come off pon top no turnin back look pon general b him ah tek tings too personal him talk bout inna di business, but oh rasta box
: (Wayne Carson Thompson) [Originally by The Box Tops] Darlin' I don't know much. I know I love you so much. My life depends on your touch. And my
roam the streets like its halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night My pimpin keep them hoes hooked like I had them jays on that white Ridin out in a Hummer which I call a lunch box
Face, Raekwon) [Leatha Face] To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies