say your whipped Every late night you gotta go an dip, to pick her up, and i be sick of sluts And this girl she aint gon give it up She want me puttin
Uhh Step up Drag-On Uhh Look, look, look, look I don't mean to sound blunt, can I hit 'em up I ain't the one to play, baby, he did to her I ain't the
true love is a rose behind glass that's locked and kept closed maybe just for me 'cos my soul's been attacked and shattered by tough love, bad love i
me up Go to jail, let's go, light me up Would you go to jail? Uh huh, light me up Go to jail, c'mon, light me up You got to move wit the groove As she
dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
what ive been through But im still not worthy to be approved He said this was not, up to me Now please, get up, and kindly leave Just stay quiet Dont
the avenue We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you In rap battles with the audience that clap at you My block crazy, I never seen a CAB pass
awake, sittin up, i had my back to the headboard i was smokin a little cigarette to relax myself my head felt dead sore, i was in embassy, backing up
on lock Makin' sure the party don't stop, bottles stay popped Think I'm feelin' what you got (All night) It's past 12 o'clock And I'm trying to keep it on lock
of the cab, son bled to death. It's fucked up he was a good nigga... [word up..the street stories..know what I'm sayin.] [word up, wit the inner city
Uhh Step up Drag-On Uhh [Drag-On] Look look look look I don't mean to sound blunt, can I hit 'em up I ain't the one to play baby he did to her I ain
in the sun Watch the cab dent his door Happy hour's here, let's pick up Jorge Lock 'em up, lock 'em up, lock 'em up Three cold beers in a cup Ride,
that bruise, break bones Then wind up bloody in a bodybag MC's are live, but I'm mad liver Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver Step
to think Because I've been to all these bars and I've seen all these places I've hit on all these girls, I've heard the same conversations Cab driver, cab
semi swollen question mark you pregnant Oh you not? I love you period To sum it up, language is my essence f**ked up in all my adolescence till my mom
melt- you're melting on the floor, reach up and lock the door... She wants to wrap her legs around the world. You know you should just call a cab, Pour
read and write So much is new and life's full of wrong and right Homework is done life has just begun Hello world here's daddy's girl Waking up early