so it goes and so it goes And so it goes and so it goes But where it's goin' no one knows And so it goes and so it goes And so it goes and so it goes
' for crime, halt, who goes there? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers Puffin' Smokey the bear Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps They on stare While we rockin' it
, That'll be five dollars and eighty two cents" So we inched ahead in line Movin' painfully slow I got a little bored So I turned on the radio Click, turned it
t enforce them? Unless you get it on tape It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape It's civil
, this goes out to everybody This goes out to you, this goes out to you This goes out to you, this goes out to you This goes out to you, this goes out
bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for
me look so clean Kept it right here in the South and did it with a good old team So hate it if you must, but I made it and you can trust That every
in my hand No scope and there's no hope 'Cause I'm dishin' out my four five slug and it ain't missin' Here it comes hissin', here it comes hummin' at
team These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game Wrong move and it's checkmate
MC's, like I'm playin' the skelly top It's gettin', ?Hot In Here? Like the single that Nelly dropped So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A
company of people I relate wit', But if it comes down to it, to deal with cat's that I despise, I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
as I see it This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you This goes out to you This goes out to you This goes out to you, and
the back All about that hustle, but tonight I gosta kick it Deep conversation, but it's her first time letting a nigga hit it But I'm not alone, it seems
get it crackin' if it get to clickin' clackin' Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing
beauty is why God invented eyeballs and her booty is why God invented my balls I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up start it up, huh, start it up so popular
