night, on some bruce wayne shit livin' my life, gettin' high payments fuckin' with some new broads and they high maintenance and they wearin' high heels, trip so we're high heels tipsy and
the clouds to places you have never been You could wish a thousand times Find the gold that pirates left behind But you'll never find a greater treasure than a
I?m leaving Try to leave a light on when I?m gone Something I rely on to get home One I can feel at night, a naked light A fire to keep me warm Try
in common Man you kno We two young niggas We done made a lot of money you kno We gon see mo money (We gon see mo money) Ha But a We got one thing in common
California king Eye to eye, cheek to cheek Side by side, you were sleeping next to me Arm in arm, dusk to dawn with the curtains drawn And a little last night
try I'd run a thousand miles we're leaving You're the only one, I want you breathing To break down, yeah, let's break down If I could, for just one night
hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends
you betrayed me.... Verse One: Puff Daddy Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice And you can spend all day and chill, all night Come sleep
to eye Cheek to cheek Side by side You were sleeping next to me ---oohhh next to me Arm in arm Dusk to dawn With the curtains drawn And a little last night
ck a ball player and I'm here every night maybe twice, late at night we be in white tee's, me and skateboard P no Nike's just a pair of Margiella, get
like a perfect dream I don't ever wanna leave A thousand freaks in the show One's a tiger, one's a lynx, one's a king that suffering Rolling high, moving
men Jesus and JFK, and Marvin, and Biggie, man I wonder if like after death was ever fair for them? Live in the moment, I was never really one to plan
for the glow of the neon lights An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn Well it's two thousand miles and one left turn Dear Mom and
that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold Rolex, you can
L.A. I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust Long Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A. is where
tried to get away but I couldn't get far 'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park And I got into a squab, got caught and went to
Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka And a Fiji for my nigga 'cause the police probably watching Man, probation is a bitch, but
the cost of livin I love from it though, I`ve been down and I got up bring a hundred thousand to the club and light your spot up and me falling and landing
