it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little
the Wheel Of Ezekiel To pop Thousand-dollar bot- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how
affair, actin like an adult for once Pluss my hand is up your skirt god damn you flirt What's a little me on top gon' hurt maybe a little but... Pain
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
you got the rap games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks
bout to start a epidemic wit dis one Y'all know what dis is so so def Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty mo at the top All invisible set in little
light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock Then I show a little
need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You
in three years You son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit I will crush you to pieces, stop
told y'all the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the ceiling Cool J, still hotter than a helicopter crashing in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box
take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors My killers ain't even from out here dude My killers some out-of-town freelancers Professional henchmen with yellow
twenty third street She was around for a lot of time, she Wandering around the hotel hallways in the middle of the night Carrying a little yellow cardboard box
highlighted yellow with one box of blue This month is highlighted yellow, this month is highlighted yellow This month is highlighted yellow with one box of blue This month is highlighted yellow
Time has stopped, the clock keeps going People talkin' and I'm watching As flashes of their faces go black and white And fade to yellow in a box in
eazy, that's what I'm doin' Stop, man, whatcha gonna do now? Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box, from the gangsta
throwin in jail We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin
throwin in jail We could can toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me 'cause I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin
's got two hands Just as long as he can see One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree He stands in line, just a little behind A yellow moon
