, yo Feel me come through hard so y'all hear me Turn back? never, rap vendetta Each letter clever for that cheddar Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater
I gotta lose your family Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper Fuck it, the weather's nice and
better Im gonna ride for you, imma ride for you. Brown Boy: You have been there for me baby throughout the years all the ups and downs the blood sweat
the crime or the Gucci sweater The house that's built on a rock can stand the weather Faith, can stand the weather But is your house, upon the rock
in the South, sleep good in the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat
, Kool Keith should keep it real He should rap about space and Mars Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather
it I'm thinking back when I was younger I usta hustle in the summer No time for crime I had to help my mama And I love the rainy weather Make me hustle
arm I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater I change my style like the weather
get more stops plus a bunch of change like the weather a 9 millimeter beretta have you sewed up like a sweater more cheese then some cheddar get out
help you with the four-four Talkin' much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my P.J's He's in a turtleneck sweater and we down
Weathered statues Tin soldiers that march in our parks Wrapped in yellowed newsprint On their benches in the dark Their faces filled with sadness Sorrow
know, yeah I know, I know And every time I wonder what's real you make me feel You make me feel like a lavender sweater And I'm caught in bad weather
of dirt Hands of a fortune teller's son Young love shakin' the earth Like a heart shot out of a gun Lips like gravity pull me under Reckless weather
One) My baby kick it she cool with all the fellas She hood like chimi changs, but classy like Cinderella She down like four flats. My baby girl is real She dun weathered
I am made of Sopwith Camel Sherman PT-17, sixty and cloudy, I go slow Compared to modernity I am a humming bee Sweater-weather and Hugs and drugs and
haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers cuz my ice gives em cold like they as if they under the weather but my women keep me warmer than a polo sweater
s not around When she's not around I'm going crazy We like to talk about the plans we make And things we say When we're together I hope for better weather
meet me at the hotel the ice up in my mouth got my mind in a cold spell I'm cold but it ain't because of the weather I shoulda brought a sweater everytime