occasions when he went to see his dear When he went down to see that little girl Slipped off a ring of silver, slipped on a ring of gold With a twenty
fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring Sean Don
pass the plate, pay your tithes Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray
bed, an hour later People be talkin', I feed dolphins My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office My skills is a fortune, Robbin' Leech out a suite
get loose, Lord Akil get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Lord
wanna ride with me too Maybe it?s the way a nigga shine in the suit Or a fresh white tee whatever it might be A neck like whao or a wrist like freeze Rings
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see y'all Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits
's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it, Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it, My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real
outta there by one o'clock, aight? Call me back and umm, give me confirmation I'm ageless, pageless, only want me for that thing Hang up the phone, wants to let it ring
time Watched that diamond sparkle I drew back and I let her fly And in less time than it takes a tear to fall Oh that old ring went under Lord, and
than what? More hoes than who? Can't na nigga ball like Mr. Man and Boo Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suit Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed
to get that golden ring upon their hand In the middle of nowhere there's a nobody tryin' to get that 15 minutes of fame Someplace there's a superstar thinkin' Lord
to you, Roxie And I'll appear in Lavaliere That goes all the way down to my waist Here a ring, there a ring Everywhere a ring a ling But always in the
fat JB, Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each, No leaves, they're clipped clean, But the few they hit the bing, Then my phone rings,
Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How
tells me that he knows just what I need he's "been there before...and back again" but with that fancy suit I find it hard to believe he says the Lord
I read the Ride report Class C cold me down with the plastic That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite
up a boulder. Now, one day, and I believe it was on tuesday, a man in checkered double-knit suit drove up in large el dorado cadillac leased from bob
