'em L-l-let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow
off the concorde, to cheers and encore Nice sweats, she phenes for one boy The innovator, young sean combs remenising me and biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hatings for them
candle light and gather 'round me (Farewell) And talk about how I would lounge with fly women How I was flossing in clubs in fine linen (Preach on) Hopping in them
Now, they saying we're too hot New verses please, c'mon Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, '
bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Grand Ma yeah couple bottles of the Yac, bottles of the Rose throw another couple shots back throw another back, bring another couple of them
a looking glass And what did I see? I saw one thousand cameras shooting And a giant TV And a mass of people sitting and watching Watching that big screen When around them
off the Concorde, to cheers and encore Nice sweats, she fiends for one boy The innovator, young sean combs reminiscing me and biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hatings for them
and bowlegged runnin up behind her Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house Man right cher
? Can I live? Can I breath? Inhale exhale get off of me Give me privacy Meet them, love them, bust them, leave them That is just the way I treat them
morning I'm boning the fuck out The H-O-U-S-T-O-N, damn... It's like a million different cities in one So everybody out here reppin' getting them some
(Busta Rhymes)] I wanna clear the air, with the medal that's known to divide the whole atmosphere (Yeah!) And I love to share, them bullets come a dime
day my clouds was grey And it seemed like my angels couldn't blow them away But then I sold my first verse and copped that NSX But I was still ridin' in them
what you needed even on them shopping sprees i would throw you paper like extra extra (read all about it) she said what if we reversed roles and you were front roll cheering
sky, high to the point that I almost saw God. (Wow). I stand out from the rest like Yao But ain?t gotta play ball to having you cheering..(The crowd
we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up,
friends! The feeling's oh so strong. You got to have friends, Mmm, To make that day last long. I had some firends but they're gone, yeah. Somethin' came and took them
June recite a poem! Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone Tell me any little thing that I can do Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone Have a kumquat, have two! Everybody give a cheer
's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mats and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself Thought you were smart when you took them