what I say you'll be alright If you decide to go then go now Don't look back because she'll only bring you down Oh, bring you down Bring you down Sing
shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (Stop you, stop you
greatest So you wanna be a star, the ride you'll take is evident You'll never get ahead so it's irrelevant I think you're gonna have to find who you
You got that jacket on ya back You a rat and you done spilled ya guts You a bitch and now you live to fuck And you a nigga I ain't even gotsta feel to
that You let me Get my hands on you So I'm takin' advantage And that shit that you pulled Ain't do me no damage You don't know me But we 'bout To change
the sky We get fucked, get drunk, get high Shake em' off, you know what to do Take it to the floor, call out your whole crew Like what? Knuck if you
folder I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska The blaster, you don't need a rocket, I'll get you to NASA I told you, ain't nobody nicer, fuck with the shyster You
till you break your heels I know you love the way the Gold make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel,
You do this right, you might have the time of ya life Dom Kennedy: Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox Where you get banged on if you in it
acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me
to all those tricks You played on me I'm gonna turn my back on love Gonna snob the moon above Seal all my windows up with tin So the love bug can't get
stops your heart You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You'
spring So, control your desire to curse while I crucify the verse This verse you've started seems to me the tin pan-tithesis of melody So to spare you
him But L's the real deal So tell me how you feel Tell me one of your secrets I keep my lips sealed That's for me to know And you to find out Long
Standing on the corner Trying to hail a cab You tap me on the shoulder My heart about to stop, it was fine You asked me for directions You was going
this It's about strictly trying to roll a blunt When you get the hang of it, you'll carry more blunts than Archie Bunk First of all you get a fat bag
critics Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me Won't see me