my way im that red bull now lets fly away lets find a place wit all kinds of space ill let you be the judge and (and) im the case im gudda gudda i put
s a small one, no fun at all Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town
the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain Hard to come out, like a nut-stain I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes And
with my head (2x) Eh, uh oh, put your hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up, put your hands up, Sky Blu I got this girl She be my baby She is my world And
had a leer Indian style court side wit a cavalier V.I.P. roseas you can have a beer Cuz honey when you gettin money you dont have a care. Now Roger
lights out and she still shines i hate to see her go but i love to watch her leave but i keep running back and forth like a soccer team cold as a winter day hot as a
those people And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal I've been tryin' to do this music thang and just go legal I don't know why my name in your
forgot the credit card and run street credit won't put bullets in ya gun but it might put a stray bullet in your son daughters, uncles, aunts, friends and
lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78
a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin On top of 22 inches of chrome and they still turnin Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a
your crews a has-been Popping pills in yemen I got stupid habits A ruthless addict, gucci fabrics My group is magic and my troops are savage I'm a little dude with a
niggas wanna ride by do a lil' drive by But they just dont know how But we about to show 'em when the pistol backfire and them niggas gone die And we
walk with the dead And if we hit your probly pissed we take a piece of your head P-p-p-pow my styles big bad wolf blow your house down P-p-p-pow Acid
Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce When I get up in the game beware Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers Got this
ya jaw Go 'head, call the narcs - I put a hole thru ya heart And leave you on the train tracks in a shopping cart This aint just beats and bars, Its things
plumber, and leave your girl my number, humber I am a bumba, bee on a humble your girlfriend want my pickle and my cucumber tell your boyfriend I'll turn
near broke a monolo for a photo I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No Momma taught me better than that you go to go home Look at me now,
wish you could, but you just kid I'm a grown man on it, my own man on it Come in your house, now your home damn haunted See everybody dead, bullet holes in the head