Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young
his father's eyes And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't
It's like I wanna spit something written But keep forgetting So I guess it's from the heart from the start Played my part Seemed like I just wasn't reaching
a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police 'Cause every move you make, I
You go to sleep you wake up you do it again And there's a beat you make up inside of your head And every street's a river be born or be dead We are all
son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley said, "Uh, what's in it for me?" Man said, "Shut your mouth son Play the guitar and you just wait and see"
[Swizz Beats] Go Go 'head Go go go 'head Go go go go go go 'head Go go go go go go 'head Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy
cap you like Old Yeller You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's
, it's all about the Washingtons, that's right You want White Castle? Need White Castle? Long as you got me it won't be no hassle You want it, well get it
's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines
, so we can see what's up, and I'll go at it, punk, and I'm a fuck you up. Made ya think I'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and Bone's gon' blast
gun, so we can see what's up, and I'll go at it, punk, and I'm a fuck you up. Made ya think I'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and Bone's gon' blast
't take it, she make me fuck her slow But now she grab my ass and make me fuck her more She's my baby, yeah And I love her to death She's got good loving
woman Goin' up on it, you actin' like you want it And you stuntin' like your daddy, checkin' for this little mama You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you
real woman goin up on it, you actin like you want it and you stuntin like your daddy checkin for this little mama you turnin me on, you turnin me on, you
like adolescent acne It's kinda sad but it's show time, my sentiment exactly So don't get mad, everybody's doing it, you know you wouldn't mind A commercial
s busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you