Lyrics:
up in Alcatraz (oh)
Forbes list, AWOL and you falling fast
Fuck this, hell nah, nigga, want it back
Eight figures, count it all and I call a cab
pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are
on a house
I'd rather be tipping cows in Tulsa
Than hailing cabs here in New York
But I ain't in Checotah anymore
I'm in a world so wide
It makes me
your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar
call her ass a cab
If her ass ain't got no ass to grab
Like a man (Heh)
Like a man (Heh)
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin'
Like a man,
money I'm trying' not to laugh
In the back of that Rolls treat it like a cab
Got an F in science but an A in math
34 to 36 you don't know the half
*Girls*
It's Mister W.W
Putting it down with Cris Cab
[?] talk to 'em
There's something about Tina
She turns up my game
One day I dream
put her on my tab, had her sippin', call a cab
She had Hennessey hips and Belve' eyes
Grey Goose on her lips and cognac thighs
I'm hungover from Ms.
on a minute before we go much further.
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother.
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment.
At last he can tell her exactly
an animal somebody call PETA
Put a little bit of this inside a margarita
Then put your thing in her have her running like a meter
On a cab in the city where
You did it let's hop a cab and split it
I'm kiddin' we both going to where you livin'
Ha, I got you gigglin' like I'm piglet
Oh that's the ticket, I
Scorin' money like the meter on the Yellow Cab
Give the witness an unexpected visit
Make his story change like walls blockin' his vision
Couldn't give
an animal somebody call PETA
Put a little bit of this inside a margarita
Then put your thing in her have her running like a meter
On a cab in the city where
With me you can ride."
So I climbed into the cab
And then I settled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road
With so much dust and sand
And I said,
Now, hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment
At last he can
on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly
Never a pretty boy, always a beautiful mind like Russell Crowe
Now you in places no cabs'll take you, only the bus'll go
I would love for you and your
and they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks
to The Ave., a cab to the lab
To make a stop to drop off the money in the bag
And then send a friend that's been down
To do a job to rob a brother in town
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
With me you can ride."
So I climbed into the cab
And then I settled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road
With so much dust and sand
And I said,
knock a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab
broke niggas put your pockets in the cash
Throwing us a hunnid, broke bitch take a cab
Ain't getting money my nigga that's sad
Jack boy run up on me, I'm
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
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