stones on babies wrist The fifth jump like double Dutch in the hood I'm bout to blow fuck knockin' on wood 'Cuz if I don't I'ma knock on the glass of
-toes To touch a star Trying to catch joy in a glass jar and yes by far I'm so much further than they are Turn the radio on, let the music play If I
Joe Budden and Southern Flows Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets saying that I'm cold Down here the music slowed, po' a fo' in that cola Fifth
who the boss is just ask kavali who go to a class wit Chorus Color me badd(11x) (HUNT) its hunt dey say u gotta have a ear for this music
're my number one draft pick, Madonna classic No look dunks to the basket Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine... [Chorus] [GZA] Blunt smoke, fifth
game I'm on a mission, call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition, I rap just like A slab of clay, that's shapeless, Jeff ain't no shimmer No glass is tasteless
for the streets This one for history, I'm toasting this to me Glasses in the air! (It's a celebration baby) I'm toasting this to me Glasses in the air
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the
Likwit music Chop a beat up and then reuse it Pop a bottle we can't refuse it We pour 'em, let you choose it Everybody in the house turn your glass
got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit Quiet as a church on Tuesdays Niggaz say they hate my music
't get nothing Don't get nothing all they wanted was Something like a job -- mercy mercy But its robbed -- mercy mercy And there's so many street side Beggars and disabled veterans Glass
???? livin skin off the chicken and you hos already know what im sippin still a big dippa' still a straight killa' still unloadin' off that eighteen wheela' nobody betta', never ever ever glass
Budden and Southern Flows Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets saying that I'm cold Down here the music slowed, po' a fo' in that cola Fifth wheel
Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit Quiet as a church on Tuesdays Niggaz say they hate my music
head to the sand Top down music playing, wood grain in my hand It's summer time, so I feel like I gotta shine Candy do's glass 4's, with the fifth reclined
(feat. Backbone, Sleepy Brown) [Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)] A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs) I'll be fine, didn't hesitate (
for the G's, I do it for the streets, this one for history, I'm toastin' this to me, glasses in the air (it's a celebration baby), glasses in the air,
stripes doin things he aint like Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white He happy his mom's never sucked a glass
