so live, it's GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise [Hook] All I wanna do is flip money and make a profit Shorty get to working my nerves, she need to stop it Special
Flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end Of the road because
I just might be the one, the one, the one I just might be that special girl The one that God made especially for you I just might be that special girl
lord And for each thing that you do You thank him Because without god, you can't do nothing [ada mckenzie] Chauncey I want you to thank god For where God
a rich girl, rich girl Shes a rich girl, rich girl Aye yo Aye yo Aye yo Soulja Boy Her 21st birthday she got a louis Mercedes Drive top oh my god baby
on solid ground People say we can't, I know we can Can't stop it anyway so take my hand Let's make this something special, I want this to grow Because
because you remind me of a month in the summer... (Darling, this song is dedicated to you) I can make you feel the same of you give me your number because
into the bad guy So "faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, gays, anatomy, God made Raggedy Ann and Andy Not Raggedy Andy and Andy and Andy" And Angelina Jolie is just another ho And Brad is a sucker because
and no one else We must learn We're all born with specialness inside of us I have the need to feel real special too {You see you can't run away from your pain Because
the late 80s, raisin' babies I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles No need for fashion policin' because
long? Started from nothin' but he got this strong Picked the rock from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you Peddle bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special
t get it legal, to the corner I go I never took pride, in slanging cocaine Never could get a job, but needed some mo' change C.d.'s wasn't selling, because
most specialized Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart Your ear love to hear the God
From the rhythm of the spoon, I transform the loop From the steam of the bowl, I'm make the special effects Add a dash of spice only God can detect
days You know, of reminising Just, just chillin Word Late at night, ah shoot it's damn near morning Check it out From shootouts at block parties, from God
's the plan Hold up, Priest, yo, whose your man? Oh him? That's, my man Sharod Don't worry about him, that's the God He specializes in, gun firin' Pickin
One Nation under God has turned into One Nation under the influence of one drug Television, the drug of the nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
the lies of the homicide and smile while life imitates what we make; they all makin money off the African's fall, that's why I'm callin out [Chorus] [Paris] Because