My praises they would sing a Ziegfeld so they'd say My shows were always filled with class The best champagnes would fill my glass My lap was filled with
't get a grip if there's nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants
tooken a couple feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn?t rebuttal ?cause I?m Jake Gyllenhaal, I?m in the hood with the bubble with a tall model broad
black like a kingdom sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass shatter with the impact Air interminglin', ringin' with
high I'd probably know a little more But since I don't some might consider me slow Don't worry though I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag Eyes glassed smoking fill
Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark With the Benz parked Up against the boulevard Starks had the bone sparked One cop tapped the window glass Like a
L.A. time That's a three-hour difference So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine In seven days, she'd still be a dime Call me Blaze Sky walker
Cause you looking real stupid with that tear in your eye Gotta a 1994 hear you talkin But its damn sure better than walkin It might be old, it sure aint gold
You can't even cook a hot dog or pour a glass of milk You'd rather walk around with plastic coats over your head in the rain lookin for a coach bag
purple cush!' I cut the da' rear weld, on my whip, and filled dat bitch up', and now muscle car sit'n up high like a monster truck. Monstered up', suck
bought land from Tony Starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger In a garment that
In the early dawn a stallion white Prances the hills in the morning light His bridle is painted with thunder and gold Orchids and dragons, pale knights
evenings When the distant sea blended with the sky Past Coliseum's filled with brass On pavements carved from toasted glass I carried in my heart a word
'til the break of day A sweet little lady with a glass of stout Sippin' it down 'til the foam runs out She'll help her old man home again With a walk
that good of a student at school But this life taught me lessons that made me no fool Oh my mom and dad raised me by that golden rule In a world that gets ruthless, a
my only homies that can hang proper At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka I had two grills, one a runner, one a trotter Back then I wore
I wish that boats were little glasses filled with wine So I could drink to love with all your friends and mine Some day we'll pull your boat ashore The
