but shit she know how to cook somethin enuff to keep me good come thru the hood frontin play the Fendi joints let her hair blow stuntin city city coast to coast
Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young
: [The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin,
done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know
conscience is she watching that oxygen im watching E.S.P.N but when that show end She All On My Skin, Lotion, Slower Motion, Roller Coasting, Like Back
love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves, steal
look at how she walks mmmmm she know she bad do your thing baby i aint even mad and im aint even fast imma stay a while hold your head chris im going to take her down (young
Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right Get
How you think I got the name Freeway? I move out Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me, yeah [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Young Chris] Microphone
is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young
[The Game talking] The young Roy Jones of this rap shit Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man You better tell your boy somethin, you
Then fuck that little Mexican bitch from "Next Friday" I take Tyra Banks from Chris Webber And fuck her and Vivica Fox both together West Coast forever
