) Akon Can you believe it? Take a lil break and get off the streets, clear my mind from the shit I see In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed
Well you can play my game If you just tell me your name And you can play my game But I'll put you to shame I almost broke my highest score When you
premiere, world premiere What these clown niggaz hollerin'? What they need to be hollerin' is, "There go Theodore Put the ball down, we can't score?
that never rises for jake, our whole weight, plus gat and great disguises bullet proof down to my Nike's now we the livest survivest, open up after I contact
use of a gun as an extension of the penis When Yin collides with Yang you see me burn into the Phoenix Blinded don't test me I already received my G.E.D. Scored
ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom contact
s been set, prearranged Hold on tight 'til the morning light 'Cause we belong to the night Well-known face in every door Street kids come and tryna make the score
my sock drawers alone behind locked doors And have scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores But I'm not tryin to score points with
from a ki of coke To a gram of that boyd Niggas scoring glocks Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks On my blocks stepping 'em up With grams and rocks If anything been scoring
homeboy dies Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya bacardi 'cause it's a cutthroat party Now it's up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase
booty so I kick it some more You know the score how they rock a freaky move up on the spot Never wanna stop, temperature is hot Now visual contact I
stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off And spend grands, sipping exotic juice Laying in the shade and shores At a fly resort, on my cell contact
, come around (Who's that?) Brown! Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates (Contact
Black Moon hat Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap And youse an unknown with a faulty contract Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact
passenger (Foul Ball) All breath, no physical contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap I'm vocally trying to score
the torch Now motherfuckers gonna feel my wrath in war I got some itchy finger trippin' niggers ready for war (OUTLAWZ) We even in the score, checking
homeboy dies Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi 'Cause it's a cutthroat party Now it's up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase
