Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh "Stop, make a right at the bar", to all the C.
call me awesome Some call me Vizzy, honeys call me often Gator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him? Jesus Christ I'm good, please don't cross him How
Her legs crossed like a lady short skirt, in the gym behind the velvet rope had a glass of wine something cheap that I picked up from the waiter moving
loves me, i love me aswell. (chorus) THIS BEAT IS FOUL (foul) deserves two yellow cards (cards) send it off im going hard (hard) with each and every bar (bar
your the man, I mean If you want beef you'll get a fair share Dizzee got a master plan, I mean I'm a problem for Antony Blair Raskit don't have a bar
partner to turn away the opposite direction Partner #1 grab one of partner number 2's buttcheeks with one hand Now cross over the other hand and grab
Left Los Angeles a short while ago Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head
down Face down in the dirt of this hard land From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape desk blastin' "Home on the Range" I can see them Bar
We Had Them Hard Rocks For The Bread They'll Throw You Off Of Dark Docks So Before Ya Heart Stop Or The Narcs Knock I Gotta Give It To You Straight Like A Bar
the perfect storm That we weathering together and this the first time That I've ever considered wedding rings but first things first yo I met her at the bar
'm saying, I'll loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
m saying, I'll loose your grill A nigga coming down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills
Annalillia, oh Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia I bet you think I?m silly, uh Annalillia Now I was in a bar when I met
it? Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell some mother fucker Check the bar codes the one's that scan but you ain't got those Cause they're all mine you cross
if we got rich, what would we do with our chips? And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time We would memorize every single bar of his
to a club Nigga we would make out a little And plus at the time I was single, a little So I said "Fine, we could meet up about nine" So anyway we crossing
to be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife She begged you not to go out to that bar