'm crackin whatcha gone do smoked all your bud Butlove, my nigga came through [Daz] Here I am, Daz dillinger on the mission God damn, Comin through like
move for shizze Blow up spots Getting crunk with Warren G'zee Now best believe KL got the world tuned in Joe Flizzow with my elements So let the party
a lonely street Walking his way to the sun There's always one That takes the whole world's greed All on his back and it's done And ever since the world
see the color of my face oh yeah And then there's those Who try to help, god knows But have to always put me in my place But I won't ask you to be
in my lap, dancin to my brand new track damn its time to make a stack, cant wait on the corporate world, gotta feed my baby girl, thank god for the
a beautiful night (Guitars and drums, groove) (Dance, come on) They say that there's nothing's better Than sleeping on a rainy day We could spend the night together Come on
You can relax now, the max is in control Go, ah yeah yeah When my back is so far back it's on the other side of the wall When half a chance is all I
we continue to. On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone
you droppin' your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must wanna eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party,
my thugs and my hustlers Throwing high signing and I'm touching ya Put 'em in my zone and my mold When I explode, no time to reload From yo God to word
This is real shit not a track Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard The devil on my left side The other side I'm God Why do niggas talk
formula Hey, young world, the world is yours Turned my whole wide world into metaphors You kept me straight when times got hard So, let me reminisce over you, my God
what, what? I'm a *** Wit a Attitude thanks to y'all And I don't give a ***, I keep it gangsta y'all I'ma ride for my side in the CPT God bless the memory
pele (brazilian soccer player) Pa jour? manmam, manmam s? kreol (don't diss my mom, my mom is creole) Fesi'm se bousol (my gun guides me) Kompa'm se lakol (my
a motherfucker You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggaz lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker God
drop 'Cause we go on and on ya know we won? stop Didn?t understand how we flipped it Righteous hip-hop drops oh the world goes ballistic T Bizzi on
in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin' Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to
wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins My mama still