you got niggaz that just don't like me You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference
, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist I'd smack that shit out of
car Go to school, I ain't goin' for it Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet 'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack, Hustler
' out of shit, all my papers legit Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit? Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
strip and seein vision and precision lookin like a straight star With the buttons undone, showin off her lace bra My partner in the back, 'til the smoke hop in they car
as well) Never had such a good time in my life before I'd like to have it one time more One good ride from start to end I'd like to take that ride again
like boo boo boo Yeah, roses really smell like boo boo boo Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough gets low
better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D
d get some money, we thought that we might go Spend a weekend pleasant down in Mexico I was workin' at McDonalds, doin' the late night run When a car
about your karma I don't care about what's hip No space cadet's gonna tell me what to do I won't swim in your jacuzzi You can't make me settle down I'd
- Doin' our thang since back in the day, day, chasin' change we gonna make it either way, way, one way bus tickets, Eazy let us air fly back to the block
on him, get in that dome She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act I don't got a problem blowin the mac But I'd rather play the bed
t slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop
, car looking like its sitting on 30 floors, 30 doors, 30 whores, few black bitches & perky whores, This shit looks like Jersey Shore, I'm on fire boy loose cannon, my car
to go sit back in the crowd Teacher told me get a job, save up for a 401(k) Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin' $401k. I'd rather die with a smile
amplified Keeps coming back dissatisfied Elementary son but it's so My love affair with everywhere Was innocent, why do you care? Someone start the car
The Window, Kush In Da findo Make A Nigga Get Low, SouljaBoyTellEm, Yeah Get Low Folk. S.O.D Till Da Day I Go, Reppin, 6-6-Duece-G-D-74. And U Already