to stay I told her you should go home its better that way I wish I could come with you but I got to stay? but I got to stay? but I got to stay Now I
, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for yours You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T I make records for you, but this one's for me You know what I
stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay
as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city
Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
rearview But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I ain't dead Made some moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't bled So I claim that
like mine you can't find it They are the audience I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage
, I came to set a nine off Maybe, a A.K., I ain't here to play I just want to have it my way I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of the year So respect
hot car With his guitar, playing on the side Have. you. ever. mad. love. [Lil Wayne:] I'm a r-o-c-k star And I can play with that pussy like I play my
, young pussy, go brush ya teef Try to keep that cash money like big city, I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', Dirt
I can still spit it But I ain't rappin' for cheese, I want meal tickets Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that For the right scratch, I be the last
, stay on course I make my mark everywhere I go I speak that trill everytime I flow I get my own, cause it's everywhere I know Thats all I show so when
Dods, and his son Christian, I gotta say thank you To Scum hard as smoke and cheap as wood To Scumette, and the Vandals How about H.R.? For 'nuff inspiration
} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank
-blooded i shoulda been born sicilian Odds on doin what we doin must be one in a billion I played it right late at nite and i stayed alive I been writin
dresta] Easily I approach The microphone because I ain't no joke Nigga tell kurupt, nate and daz i'mma buck 'em Matter of fact tell that whole pound I
mine you can?t find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage and I?m not in a cage
