let's go [Benzino]: Mami what you drinkin on tell me who you sneakin on Gucci print Air Force with your sneakers on hair done phat streaks twist black and blonde throw a song
Hear the loft boy sing Come on, you R's Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird you might say John, Paul, George and Ringo
Cruise D the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John
good his bail is on sale Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last? Longer than my song but he already fell He likes to eat hardy, party Be like John
So please pay attention when you comin' around Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage I would
songs The memories haunt me The stereo taunts me I'm turning down the volume Singing my own song Cause I'm so much stronger Ain't nobody gonna bring me down Nobody's gonna steal my song
strange ways But we do it with compassion and don't believe in age Travel 'round the world gettin' naked on the stage Bustin' people out of their everyday cage
But simply to wake to your life You?ll be serving the song When you find out, you won?t change Serving the song, walking the range John Cage had come
strange ways but we do it with compassion and don't believe in age travel round the world gettin naked on the stage bustin' people out of their everyday cage
Through my cell window Hear the loft boys sing Come on you R's Carried on the wind Every morning I'll be singing Like a caged bird who might say John
one would find you Song bird, you?re onward and dawnward I?ve heard ?potential?s? a haunting word Jennifer, I?m out on your lawn like a frustrated John
trade I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a GINSUI BLADE [Chorus X2] [Verse Two: Ludacris] Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage Would
s dope and classic song Where fly and fresh are automatic, that's exactly where I'm from From beat breaks to the realms of deepspace where stars chill The new edition, bump John
her You wastin' that broad with that shit they want More money than any dope man could eva see Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P I'm like Trav & John
a mouse on the couch we sit, Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for the dank the space cage
