, from now ever since You don't like it you must be a hoe so Do you drive platinum cars? Do you pull platinum stars? Do you write platinum bars? Platinum teeth, inside your jaws
your mind shorty? See Twista work that stick, now can I get in it from behind shorty? Show you what I'm working with, ooh Come on let me take you to the penthouse suite
salt, but I keep my game face on And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone Me and thirty-nine thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer From
for the stars, im tired of being that n-gga that they keep behind bars (bars) whats good, you got it, I'ma take yours, im hood, f-ck a gun, i break jaws
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample:] Georgia......... Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (Oh) From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains Broadcastin' live from
call inspired Flight by the pigeons that gotta eat pizza crust every night And 'Let there be light' was understood, when a mic-stand Descended from up
seen Three days later in a brand new suit of clothes A brand new suit of clothes for a very special day A brand new suit of clothes for a very special
I don't turn the other cheek I love daydreaming But it's my policy to make my dreams come true No more if's Zeros try to determine our fate But their jaws
Pina Colada dropped Impala Rubber band the big dollas Runnin things they will remain Rollin up the weed mayne Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe M R G a kinda suit
, I learned to admire >from way across the room first And after I study, buddy, that's when I kick a verse That's high powered, you got devoured By the jaws
so you hear me comin I.c.u. critical, up on a stretcher The 45 undresser, put on the pressure You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck
up (big up, big up). It's a race against the clock, and I can't stop countdown, Hear the sound see boogie brown.. (uptown saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] -Uh, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a fendi suit I got DVD's in my bentley coupe I got hoes that's 22 they buy me clothes and tennis
could that be in your stockin' Suit of red and cheeks of cherry Lookin' extraordinary Spare me cause you scare with your gawkin' Hold your applause Pick up your jaws
listen to the calling Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips >from back in the days
raw, in their holiday suits, eaten them curried with rice. I've eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots, and found them exceedingly nice. But now that my jaws
