paying tribute to the Bobby Marley legacy My knees they've got some cuts and bruises from skating all my days when i'm skating with my friends my troubles drift away
race, yeah! Rat race! Some a gorgon-a, some a hooligan-a, some a guine-gog-a In this 'ere rat race, yeah! Rat race! I'm singin' that When the cat's away
an eye on me Keep an eye on me, but if you want it got to let it be When the dog's away that's when the cat's play You'll be my girl, I'll be the spy
Well, I'm flying down desert streets Wrapped in mother's wine and sheets Asbestos boots on flaming feet Dreaming of forbidden treats When uniforms on
got a lazy flow" That's when I say, "Oh, well, I make crazy dough" I know that you'll take care of me, baby, please Don't blame me, it's not jealousy
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east
gotta give you part three of my confessions First I told you 'bout the skank that I was cheatin' with Then I mentioned she's havin' my kid That's not
away, gotta make sure I'm free So when you need me I can buck another day It's a Bone thang, better ride, ride 'Cause when you're fuckin' with, you gon
can 45 me You put this shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us And when you finally catch us up you give us letters A cold thing just when a nigga
taste it Damn the consequences pimp If it's a chance we take it First case a month in juvenile and get probation When I think about all we done It's
's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'? What you want to do nigga? I, I wanna, I wanna smash it (Smash) Back and forth, back and forth Let's
chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James
like, "I know, let's cut to the chase No time to waste, back to my place" Plus from the club to the crib it's like a mile away Or more like a palace
no more and I'm haunted when I fuck Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah, you know what's up The wires across and it's breeding a plague The conscience is hungry and it's eating away
Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps I want all these snapped in it's back in the day Like a tall tee tag I need that whip clean G What's the weather gon
while I break this tree down Roll the window back up Good, turn it back up Ugh, UGK Diamonds & Wood Hold up, yea roll up That's tight, that's right You
record cover it's felt Now deal wit it Chorus: Bilal I wanna get into it Let's do this I wanna see you move it So move it So let's just get into it Let's
a dollar?" BizMarkie "Nigga you ain't shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit you was doin round