my garage Stay sky high, fly wit the stars G4 flights, 80 grand large So we lean wit it, pop wit it Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin? I?m sayin
the floors are heated Cam half pound a quart a kid better ask 'round I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're deceited In the 90's, Z3, BB's Now in the crib
in the trap, where ya at? Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well, come meet the man that's
I solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die It's Dipset, it's more than just music now It's a way of life, it's more than the
to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim Jones (Lord knows
of 'Wet Willies' "Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all foolish Getting locked up for crimes and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish That's why I keep the Turnie's on the
like the older G's The 80's, big thick rope chains Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine So I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher More like a hustler
's destined And since the day that I found you, there's something about you That makes me want to lose it and pounce ya But it's not just your body, it's
fake, o it's all in da game but I'm still gettin' cake If you a G, lemme see You ain't gotta pay for da dinner, it's on me Let's get it poppin shawty
nigga knew is street life Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes you better run you see police lights these nights (Squala) I'm
I wear a mean pair of shades They can't see my eyes unless my head is bent you dig
tell ya friends about my performance And all the time M.O.B. on my mind The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. She's got a thing for slippin'
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beef and brocks, to the Oakland A's, fitted That's the bottom to the top, you seen the bottom of the pot I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you
gives a fuck is the motto The new sneakers, Blackberry's new beepers And no tops on the 2 seaters, it's summertime Give me Coupe fever, it's four inches
grind when it's, when it's reppin' time When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin' time When it's reppin' time, when it's, when it's reppin
, cash on the chain And I'm flying up lennox fast in the lane They say it's all up in the streets I'm trying to make a million while I'm dodging from
it rain on 'em I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller I'm fittin' to make it rain so getchu an
