up the pistols Orale they're loaded, it's time to do it I just got my drivers license 'cause I'm 16 with a bullet Not alone, my home boy's in his Bomb
I met him on a Sunday Ooh, it was first day of the rest of my life Haven't been the same, since you called my name Everything has changed Made me bloom
sand Made a million dollars and she put it in his hands Then she giggled and she wiggled and she said hey hey I'm gettin' ready for my weddin' day But
girls on girls on girls on girls on Weezy F, baby, beach bum swagga Pull up on the beach, met a bitch named Sandra Talk that shit, get her to my sand
me Daddy X can I get a woot woot for my homeboy Tech (WOOT WOOT) Fuck checks we get paid in cash We the lords of the underground dine n' dash Fuck that put
't no mo' My name's sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light 'Cause my
Bezzle Thats Why You Niggas Couldnt Get On My Level And Never Could All Black Phantom Directing In Thru The Hood Black Butter Soft My Dash Is Black Too My Driver's Black Too My
to do But the moment has passed by me now To have put away my pride And just come through for you somehow If you ever need holding Call my name and
Street, it?s just the golden rule Do unto others is surely what they do Remember the memories, we were all once children too Ashes, ashes, all in the name
the best of my life was you Now I left you with the blues Or what we put each other through Girl, we let good love blow away like sand Bad woman, mad
the top now to the top now baby I'mma take my time through rain sleet snow I'mma keep gettin' dough you can find me on my grind so put ur muthafuckin
used to say to me "Son, we got a lot of land We got a lot of work to be done Go get your marbles put 'em in the house Tear down your castles in the sand
my denim I'm the man of my denim Purple Haze, Kush, (?) Japan on my denim But I pac you and yo man and my denim Be somewhere on the beach Write sand on
my denim Im the man of my denim Purple Haze, Kush, (?) Japan on my denim But I pac you and yo man and my denim Be somewhere on the beach Write sand on
your man, boo We could go to San Drew, by the sand, boo Blow 100 grand and get a tan too I'm a mack, girl, holla back girl My stroke game put a pain
't understand Just when is a man gonna act like a man? See I'm married to my pen, like my name is Ayn Rand Time slippin' through my fingers like grains of sand
's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my letters to deliver but I'm still not mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got
sun Beneath the sky, sky, sky, sky They're gonna put it down Right on the strip They're gonna put it down On the Vegas strip They're gonna put it