What's you're persona, About this Americana Rama, in my shadow, 'Cause all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit
shining It was Saturday nite the moon was bright shining down as harvest light Music all around to hear set the stage an atmosphere Many dress to suit
I done been around tha world And everywhere be tha same song Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin
27th, floor all the b-tches down to f-ck Big donkey butt, Ciroc coconut Big gulps, drink it all like a Slurpee cup Brain freeze, ice like a hockey puck London
like couple man i knowwww Snitch (know) Plonka (know) Fool Yo if you stackin up p and you aint frontin then you have the right to represent London Know
an ass whippin we fortify and get live with niggas then expand cross seas and over lands got people in Jamaica, Trini, and London Australia I bring the
You've got style, that's what all the girls say Satin sheets and luxuries so fine All your suits are custom made in London But I've got something that
aint heard of it f-ck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki and be out London with Lauren and
same answers to the same questions Create a scandal with your reaction What's that you say take it or leave it Paparazzi wanna see you bleeding Chorus Late suit
hoax Lame, This game is a joke But hit the hotline got mine then ranged to the rove I move the work from New York to New England New Hampshire, New London
solitified Jim Jones, Rider of Riders, Santana, Human crack in the flesh My nigga Hell Rell is home, I jus' brought my niggaz S.A.S over from London 40
& B Shit Now that shit done fucked around and made me rich And for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my uhh Leadin' honies to my suite
It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again LA to London is a mighty long time Eight hours flying can bring you down Sitting near a suit who's a red
public just to get on the action turn to my face see my Race is run my cars on fire got to get out of London Oh you don't wear a suit don't wear a smile
be Oh, her true lover e'er to be "Oh daughter, oh daughter, your body I will confine If none but Jack the sailor, would ever suit your mind Oh, would ever suit
, her true love e'er to be. "oh daughter, oh daughter, your body I will confine. If none but jack the sailor would ever suit your mind, Oh, would ever suit