flashing marquees out on Main Street Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it
marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up
time you least expect it I'ma see you again It's a small world You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Yo, it's a
Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Who say
in a different key It's got a rhythm you and me can get along (Get along) It may seem cliche for me to wanna say That you're not alone (Here I go again
're kickin' me out again Love so strong Then you moved on Now I'm hung up in suspense Because you're bringin' me in and then you're kickin' me out again It
Makes a lot of noise in the drier You're absolutely perfect Don't speak now, you might spoil it Your eyes are even bluer Than the water in my toilet Say
puckets and thats why see love it. And I keep it popping, And I keep it rocking, Like kid on that kiddycat till i'm buckit. After I get it, I wanne dismissed
that nigga To snitch and I'm not that nigga you saw I'm not that nigga To switch, I keep it hard to the core I'm not that nigga They say they saw deep
the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again (
trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank ride and homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin'
've understood well let me calm down, why should I be mad when honestly it aint something you're stressin' bout Chorus Verse 3 Gave so many chances you blew it over again
The drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books Social studies when I speak upon political crooks It
it's I'm sayin' I ain't afraid to say it, I love you, I love her I love her, fuck it I love her, let's go, I ain't afraid to say it, I'm a thug More than
the stanky so everybody know my money long, lanky! so I'm flexible stretching out my decimel's switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles can't bleep it out
now dried up and rotted It's a pile of pew, pick up your glove and say, "Yo I got it!" Hopin you won't drop you thought you had it made like ?Kay?
get it yet I don't get cut, I make 'em cut the check Can't hear me in the stands, let me say it again Oh-oh You ain't heard, I'm the shit On the top,