the weather but even if it rain, we get rained on together it's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [J. Cole - Chorus
to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex
hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex
of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on The night's young, meaning we minus the bright sun And I'm numb
with a lisp I do anything to raught the system ---- up in prison But its alright, it's worth it in the end When I role some dickhead at the ATM ATM [Verse Two] All my ex
tums the ex-lax is gone Yeah I took a them all gone with some parmesian And I think my arm is gone Nah, it's probably numb Young, dumb and full of shit
town I get ass and silicone, im "Playalitical" check I rap in killatones, An underground icon I make that trap noise, the number 1 rapper in them half
[Announcer] 5, 6, 7, 8! [Dance Captain] [man looking for Kelly sisters] Has anybody seen the Kellly sisters? You, you're up in 5. [Velma Kelly] (getting
closeup of DJ Lauren's face. Voice 5: It's got to be the same Voice 4: hairdresser puts phone down. Hairdresser says: Hiya Lauren what's up? Voice 5
Tha mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder Phila 5
the weather But even if it rain, we get rained on together It's whatever, you shine, I shine, I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9! [Chorus: J. Cole
man vancin' Its goin' down even if police around So bring ya four pound Cause niggas want to clown [50 Cent:] In the club Bottle full of bub Mami I got that Ex
't gon' be no cakewalk, so whatever ya do don't talk Others been sufficed to triangular markers with numbers on em and bodies outlined in chalk Bodies outlined in chalk, triangular markers with numbers
me stepping on these leprechauns? It gotta be Tums the Ex-lax is gone ?? with some parmesian And I think my arm is gone Yo, it's probably numb Dumb dumb
of The Roots are beyond any computer The judge prosecutor, or the drug distributor Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder Phila 5
ya I'm thug nd x-rated plus I'm a real nigga I wanna lay tht pussy I dont want ur fone numba I wanna take u to the crib and fuck u to sleep I let
friends Beefin 'bout that yellow chicken, the green benz I'll be havin' all your people's info with the second part of my ??? she slid the number, what
Aiight cool just checkin Look, from a hundred yards you caught my eye An all my boys said I didn't have the heart to say hi I'd like to have your number
