but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream. When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings
here Get me out of here or we gonna have a problem here I'm a celebrity Five star everything My money is attached to me Just like my wedding ring (ring
my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones with old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me Trolley car rings out the morning The
her rags were burning Crawling out from a landfilled life Scrawlin' her name upon the ceiling Throw a coin in the fountain of dust White noise, her ears are ringing
Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker) [Verse 2: Scarface, Facemob
was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em How the fuck you think I got the name Game Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings Hustlin Bridge: Hustling Championship ring
I'm playin' jus' the bass I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
other Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka I'm gonna stand up and protest protest, my nerves is bad And say I gave a wedding ring
hizzle Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody betta ring
the hizzle Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some Zest Psyche, we like the Bom, somebody betta ring
be doin' [WC] (Cube & Mack) Ring duh duh duh ding ding ding givin it' up (yeah--naw naw fuck that dog come again) out of the Westside of SC fuckin' it up Ring
's Wing Where desperate lovers park We sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars Waiting for the bells that ring In the deep
, Five, Six, Seven O'clock, Eight O'clock rock. Nine, Ten, Eleven O'clock, Twelve O'clock rock, We're gonna rock around the clock tonight. Put your glad rags
lens disrespectin' all yo friends Take my food back, your weave out Your fuckin' glue back, your hair in pieces With just enough for chocolate Reese's Beauty parlor, rings
of us 12 or 13 at the time Drinking cheap wine and smokin' brown bag dimes I was into writing rhyme in class at school Waitin' for the bell to ring
virgins to nymphos, look what 'cha in fo' A G that's gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch How many wicked wayz
