are clean You know the light is always on Be of good cheer now somehow You can forget for now You know your glass is always full Down here at the home
Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
at the clothes Mom bought And those who weren't laughing still had a ball Because they were pointing and whispering As I walked down the hall I got home
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat They lookin' at
don't come home to Sunday We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday Break a girl off that chain like Cunta Kintae So will you dip with me baby girl On a trip
to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay) Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to
be the realest shit you ever quote My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still
heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
They lyin', man There's only one thing I can do Hey man, wait a You treat me like a bitch Hey, yo Now look at you Look at you, muthafucka Now look at
oh, so very high That if the, clouds were to drop me then I'd fall out the sky I don't really know why I'm here, I guess I'm just here for the ride I
Christmas gifts Rushing for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially Told her that, "You the star at
we at? This right here is for my triple G's with the double DD's Go get 'em girls (Haha, yeah man) You know who you are Where we at? (Over here, lookin
here crying I won?t stand here crying anymore I?m off the floor I?m standing here
laughing at the clothes Mom bought And those who weren't laughing still had a ball Because they were pointing and whispering as I walked down the hall I got home
slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina
Now let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen
you slip, you hit the chalk And fall in the nighttime Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home
: It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The territory never divide, go nationwide with the buck, buck. So where you at? Where you at
