, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel
dennis Music: serial joe © 1999 You back track, everybody knows just that You're paranoid about the things that just don't cut it flat Quit your
laugh at these bitches- they macadamia'n. 3-0-5 chin checker- straight Down South girl. You fucking with the real Cocaine Cowgirl. Rich. You can copy
it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa Much love
guy with the story They don?t really know, It?s so air frickin women How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
and cut my water winnnnggggs I'm still myself, suicide bars I kill myself Charge it to the game, I'll bill myself and I don't feel ya'll but I feel myselllf
ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill
know what it feel like to say I own that building Get dough in that building, or control that building You don't know that feeling, you ain't condone
ma do mine all day I don't sniff coke, I like to make money Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
till your nose start to bleed And if you still talking shit, I'll break both of your knees I'm a Downtown soldier, from the hood of the 3 Where fake niggaz get cut
we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your
keep an out when we ride cuz we on a mission for riches nigga feel this, laced up by realas, dealas an killas that give a fuck about ya feelin's, cuz
blow like Mount St. Helen's I told ya'll I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told ya'll the real, they started catching feelings
Silent thinkers spark owls Silent thinkers spark owls Slap jack Pitty pat Spades and all is being played Sporting low cut fades Puffin owls Allows my
bride kneeling at your feet Feeling black and blue like an overworked upper cut side order of meat Monkey see what monkey do looking up to you Copy
cup I never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home I look past that, the fact she's fucking guys that I hate But... (This girl) Things are looking great, cut copy
it's never my intention Birds catch me off guard and steal my attention I can't trust women, no matter what (Nope) The deeper the love the deeper the cut