it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I?m in that S6, feels
well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear You don't know me homie you can get the fuck from round here I don't
Anxious hope and thoughts of love will never let me down, not let me go Inside, my heart's a cage of ice loved and lost, Still toss the lonely dice I
of home Love, love, love, it picks you up And spins you round Sets you right back down, where you belong Love, love, love that picks you up And spins you round
day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages
the exploitation.com We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone The media, the message "You are what you own" We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur Talk show, book deal, round
lion 'Cause lion's ain't the kind You love enough Oh now baby, let me be Around your cage tonight Wrap your lock around my key And turn it 'round just
And then I took my first long look At the master of sparks on high In the back of Jimmy's Mack Stood a round steel cage Welded into shape by slim Made
lion's ain't the kind You love enough Oh now baby let me be Around your cage tonight Wrap your lock around my key And turn it round just right Oh
Intro Man I'm in a daze J-Bar Soulja Boy Tell'em SOD Money game Southern Smoke Chorus: Roscoe Dash Man im in a daze, walking round, round in a maze
're gone it's like I've been let out of my cage You always made it clear that you hated my friends You made me feel so guilty when I was running round
And it's rotten in my rounds Sister's in my way I'm as fast as my home town Green glass it most of all Been around this foreign cage Village in the
kindly explain that this won't happen often But I'm lost and I'm amazed, I'm be willing ingaige I'll rage that niggaz think that dirty don't need a cage
It's lonely out on the range That open space they call country I wanted you I couldn't have you Your pills left you kind of deranged Hopelessly caged
'm busy Professor with the books ? with a Smith &a Wesson Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage
[the jbeez, the jbeez...] 10th round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple
a cage in Hough in Cleveland And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco And
One clip'll have your whole strip laid down Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit caged down And before you blink, I let off eight rounds