One In A Million by R.L Lyrics One In A Million by R.L Lyrics One In A Million by R.L Lyrics
wifebeat' Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked, fuck I run wild, gun high, L.A style Bang the roscoe
anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style is perhaps one
Holla a bay bay One eighty seven two eleven on my side of town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash im makin cake A bay bay
Wop R.I.P. Big L, Pun, Biggie and Tupac Flow so sick somebody give me a flu shot I'm well done, overcooked, too hot A booth, ProTools and a MP That'
down like Fort Knox Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox What 'cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X. Give me the props, I'm tryin' set a mark
momma like this, "Let's sue" So many times, I heard I died I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives Well I'm the P L A Y E R I lay bunnies, like Hugh
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile
unfold let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my mind on a mill on a mission tryin to get rich
A-town, come into my hood Ay, I wish a mothafucka would Houston, Dallas come into they hood Ay, I wish a mothafucka would I keep a fresh pair of one
to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch
, too easy to touch you Little fucks you, go play PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K L-Y-N, stay out my way Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K I to the M, B.I. to the
niggaz one love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love
'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross '
still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws I'm in L.A. the top down the pedals floored Wit a
L A Ds I get C L A Ps Catch me not givin' a fuck, I'm on these L.A. trees One for Sigel, Sigel, two for the Jigga an' Three for a million an' four for
at the 70's coupe Giving head like a chicken plucked Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking From selling my Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps Got a Million
' room, thinkin' of a master plan Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life To make a dream,