off in my face 'cause you can bet that I come equipped You wanna know what you say, to get that biank to let you blend (What) Hotel, motel, holiday inn
what Off the hook, stalking in clubs Tossing 'em walkin' in blood Barking that rogue dog shit Dirty devils better hold yaw lips Nina ripping, ill beast flows Yeah, we know it will reach gold
that went out in '93 Still locin, blunted and smokin' Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me End up in Motel
When I walked over and said "Hi" and introduced myself And "What's your name?" I asked She just smiled She was wearing a tiny gold
Oh, I stepped off the train at dawn Walked along an open road to find you Oh, you made beds at the Gold Motel Sold junk at the carousel to bind you Lo
this game They wants my crib they wants kids since I done got my fame I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin' But now the Big Bourban on gold
wants my crib they wants my kisses, all I done gots my fame I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin' But now they be purple on gold
as you seem They said, "Please, please, please be our American dream" But late that night beneath the grievin' moon There's a dazzling sight in my motel
some no limit girls and you best realize we in a no limit world me and my nigga c tag team on them hoes cause they love a nigga over 6 feet with some golds
I was going crazy But now it just makes me laugh I'm talking to the TV And the TV is talking back You were the dare at midnight The gold narcotic on
disappeared You forgive, but you still think that I'm a hoe Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn And if your girl acts up at the carnival And then you take her friend Hotel, motel
Got your little secret, no, I will not tell You're trying to sober up in the highway motel And my hands are covered with your smell You begged me to stay
interrupt? So such bust material cerebral I'm eatin' cereal with spoons sippin' cepacol Daddy-O slipped me some 'cause my breath stank White gold, but
it And if you notice, my shit don't even rhyme... Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got fat knots And you
and don'ts Into they won't diss and now my mission gets a little bigger I'm lookin' for a freak with soul that's not a gold digger Yup, I want somebody
bus Still we're high and dry inside and there's a rainbow ahead of us People say we're crazy to go searching for a pot of gold But we got to chase that
So sweetly Come meet me Where life has gathered in the folds Of breathing Believing That love is the goal The truth be told That pretty gold Can not