closed. But something is changing now between myself and my full head. You take control and then you say "We have to stop". You think that I'm wrong.
ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain
how things change in a year tell me how everything go and i kno someone told me you wanted to teach (let me give you my new shit x7)
Damn, life is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a 7 digit budget bring Tell your girlfriend that I could pull some fucking strings So at courtside when I'm wrong
with the RIAA They'll sue you if you burn that CD-R It doesn't matter if you're a grandma or a 7-year-old girl They'll treat you like the evil, hard-
Wish] Hey Mr. K. Ceiling do you know sumthin's wrong Top of the line with the realest of thugstas But Oh No, soon as that little nigga Eazy Ten years
house We can't be stopped and we turn it out They probably thought that we would fall off Be comin' up missing in this rap game After 30 million records and 7 years
grill in, might let my chain hang Might wrap my wrist (Down dirty, do the damn thing) I get ?em free, say what? But I payin? If I want I rock a different year
them thug ass do to my clique When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat for all y'all asses My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular We 5-7 droppin
needed advice, wonder if I was wrong for Splittin' with my baby, it was almost two years Which is a lot you know in dog years But anyway, I wrote enough
[Bigg Snoop Dogg] You'z a fool fo' dis, yeah My dogg Hi-Tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio! Eastside shit, y'all know how we get down 7 dizzles a wizzle
day, yo, I'm out on a furlough [ CHORUS ] (He's probably twenty-somethin years old And he gon' do 20, probably gon' do 20 years That's what he hollerin
the streets hittin licks im winnin come home fucking with u and im losin, im bulit for drama but not this kind been slid befor but not this time, these years of viting this year
to Clayton County, my house got surrounded The enemies trying to drown me, but my hood still around me Rookie of the year, no freshman cover Shawty sixteen years
a passin' True killer, true thug, never show no passion Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin' Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga know who you passin' Fresh year
