think to myself, "What a wonderful world" I see skies of blue, clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world
I think to myself, "What a wonderful world" I see skies of blue, clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world
strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Troopin' out of state for a plate knowledge
'em trippin' off the gift And split a wig up with a pretty sick twist The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on Exactly what I cut you with is sharper than
and I bet you said it Just spend a minute, I?m still the king of the world So don?t forget it Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Make
No wonder why you wakin' up swollen I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my Buddha, coochie recruiter Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a
To the B, to the B, to the B ?cuz I need Everybody to the floor, why? ?Cuz this beat is sick, yeah It?s time to rock, uh, that?s what it is Tiffany?s
stress, no bush, I'm pushing the KUSH When I harvest put a K on the bag like the Nike Swoosh I'm over the world, in case you wonder I smoked everywhere
when we introduced the world to the U To the G to the K, Underground Kings, DJ Byrd Pimp C and Bun B we kept it G, say word Who would?a known back in
you need to send 'em some s*** 'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b**** A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world When I was down
get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill
stop I want the whole wide world to know That I love you so They're envious of ev'rything we do But it's so wonderful (wonderful) When you love some
kinda neat I wonder what it means I rock a jam for love, I quit my band for love I'll smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love Make you cry like a
Eyez On Me' I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr. Dre was a dream I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world
No matter what, my people just stay alive I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war? What
the world become Products of a revolution that we begun (yeah) Make me wanna split a swisher, I need me one They keep on copying what we done done
