Lyrics:
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
My eyes woven, glitters golden
You gon' catch me when I fall
Pictures broken, bitter potion
You don't answer when I call
It's been a while
Seems it
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
I’m writing to you from a Santa Fe bar room
Out of the corner of my eye, I see you
I’m road trippin’ to the Golden State
I’m trippin’ til I roll
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
to the people (¿Qué lo que?)
It's niggas watchin' us shine like kings, bro (shiny)
Golden ring though, a lot of bling and all jingle
All my niggas are dogs
Rain
Ville make the hall of fame, nahmsayin
Så jeg tok en tur til Hollywood sekken
Full av dreams
Skulle make the big screen, by any means
Så jeg
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
The golden boy, he was a man-child
He liked to think that he, knew it all
But now, he's heading for a fall
And his golden girl, she liked to put it
the kennel wheels
Mother fucker wanna take my style
'Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fuckin' with the bonnet grills
And the haters wanna see me fall
for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we
stab your back with their golden knife
Up on high, the horses run
Down they fall, one by one
A cloud of dreams just out of reach
The mountain was too
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this dirty south
Betta' watch your ears cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth
And they on them corners and they
Linford Christie
Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler
Jump in your back garden like a burglar
And boy better know the
Difference between sending
For the 9
with he boss, man, I'm in charge
Picked myself, didn't you ever
Look, running shit up
But we still number ones
Don't need no DVDs
Boy they still get ya
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
rose gardens
Stench
Golden Dragon Temple
Sit still and try not to think about what you're missing out on
The delights of the old country beckon
But there
boy
And the fall down mean you fall off through the fall out boy
Watch us go from boys to men
Show you my evolution had the voice within
I just wish
get a winning hand
Son she always said you gotta stand tall
Even when it looks like you'll take a fall
Life is short and sometimes sweet
Get out
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
I'm thinkin - designer clothes
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