Love on the rocks, ain't no surprise Just pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies Got nothing to lose so you just sing the blues all the time Gave
with skills, good luck could happen Let's go C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock That's right It got to
the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do I seen it in a documentary on BBC 2 Shot to death outside Hyper Value Guns blazing like Michael
failure So I just kept making heat up in the basement like a cellar Well uh, pipe down like draino Just roll into a ball like kano Cause they know, I'll die on
I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we? Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from
like Flynn this year I'm gonna win If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M. So can I get a shout Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the
With his dick in his ass Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA
war, ugh I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin', you sick of this And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts Ready to bust on you cluckers On
ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh' pick the phone up nigga" "Nigga, what?' "I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" "Come on then, come on then nigga
on it, me and you can hook up and go get an ounce and i got 250 on it smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire) puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro) kush
in Cali? El Caminos on toners Hotel Nico with Mona, weed from Pamona And any ghetto catch this St. Louis nigga on the corner My persona known to leave
' drivin' me mad Love, love, love, love This misery will be the end of me When he went away The blues walked in and met me If he stays away, old rocking
love me baby Don't I look great? God gave me a gift, so I'm gon' share it ya'll Like Michael Jordan, ya'll gon' see me ball 1 million, 2 million, 3.
when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new
dragon tattoo on you, nigga No love from us In thugs we trust Niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff Up yo nose I fuck up yo flows Leave my competition ass froze We tag on
