, I know what you doing baby Like a new your good. Tonight is the night I'm gonna make my move on you I must break dreamin' The way I gotta feelin' When I
my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car Go to school, I ain't goin'
to love to dance I'm gonna go out tonight I'm gonna drive up to the hill I'm gonna dive on into those city lights And I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
some mo' (Uh) I don't know what you've been told But I'm back bitches, yep, I'm back niggaz Yeah, I'm hearin' rumors that my house foreclosed So, I
either I'm high or I think that I'm dreaming Don't take this shot wrong, but X you look like a demon (what) And I might start scremaing, I think I might
buck fifty for imperial pints, And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of cool man, I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and, Ruins this vibe that I
let go I'm livin' to die, it seems I just can't win Now I'm high but I'm stoppin' to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin (Nigga damn) I'm 17 and
Music » Hear the lonesome whippoorwill he sounds too blue to fly And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry KING OF THE ROAD (Roger
from the floor to the ceilin' Then it's a loud fool, fifty third street, right near the Hilton I'm fightin' the feelin' I had when I was lightin' up buildings Now I'm
Build up the rush like dope But I know they stressing like a iscetope Chemicle elements got me off the deep end i'm a loose canon peeping Blind when i'm
', here it is I got so much love, I really want to give Anything that you want I'll give it to you Anything that you need I'll make your dreams come
t get me wrong cause I am spitting lyrics that are strong. I was taught to pledge to old glory the flag but now it's just fifty stars put on a rag. We
Yo it's the Ox in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Yes, I'm livin' for the funk like I was Lord Finesse Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess
anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range *pow* *pow* I'm gettin bread on the rover private
She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream
, scraped See what I'm sayin' and these [unverified] I mean, we gotta get together, marry yourself, man 'Cuz ain't nobody gon' care 'bout yourself but yourself Know what I'm
one-way one day witcha But I'll do years if I bust these niggaz Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm, comin' forth to carry you home I got to