Lyrics:
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
life
Even when I no get a dime
She always wan dey by my side
So we can have a good time good time
Say make we do it one more time
Girl make I put you for
already got men
I need ya cause you are the best man
Buckle down (woo), time to dance"
House break ins, purse snatching
Store robberies, car jacking
Drugs
Stuck inside my house and I’ve been contemplating
Do I love myself or do I love the label
Thought of being free or by the chains of famous
Day by day
what's what
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
But son, it ain't hard to find me
I'm at ringside any time the fights on
And I'm in the big black
tonight
You know what time it is (x4)
A simple push of the fade,a little flex of the wrist
Flash whoopin' the mix while I'm kickin' the gift
Yo' like
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
Get up
Fed up
Life or money, bet up
Alien mixed when was in the sky way up
Mix up, pick up, way to keep the head up
If it ain't for the title, your
deceiving
Can't blame it on the rain or the champagne
Or the red white
Can't blame it on the hard times
Blame it on the nookie awww, sookie sookie
Radio
by the time
They radio for the dogs i crossed heart
Can't tell a bad day from a death wish
Detour through the graveyard with
A chef's kiss
They don't
on (Dig)
Double left right with the Forgis on
Remember when I used to claim VLONE
Man, the first time double my cup
I ain't even trippin' no
More 'cause I'm
Baby girl my money good
Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood
Time to give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition girl a must have
She shines like
What, what? What, what what what what?
Yo V, yo yo what what what what what what what you hear?
I can't hear you man, scratch it up one mo' time!
Yo
Man we on the radio
Man based underground radio
Man we got my? nigga outchea Lil
B doing his motherfuckin thang aye man we
Outchea Florida nigga what it
you hate
I'm the motherfucking man but won't take you on a date
I'm the the type to make you hype but you prolly gon wait
I've been feeling good and you
I'm just ready for you to get me over with, you heard me?
Man, what you tryna be this time, man?
Yeah, and don't torture me, man
Get me over with
Done
The first time I saw you, done
By the first dance was through, I was done
That one kiss, I knew
There was nothing I wouldn't do
Just
We tryna do more than just make music
Don't wanna lose it
Creativity explicatives
Yall done abused it misused it
Good music's what we came here for
the 9-5
On our fm radio
How to put in your time, how to do it in style
In some heels and a few rhinestones
That's all I needed to know
I learnt how
to share my perffect world
gotta find them on the block searching for that good ma
take to her to the club with me and v.i.p. we poppin by
shoe fan lets know
happen every time
To the Eight One Five
These my life and times in the Seven Seven Nine
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it happen
and Gentlemen
When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no
in there and he looked at me and he went
hey, man, hey, man, that's my mix
You mean you're seriously going To eat my shit
And so I thought, I don't
paying that G.W. toll
The only life I know
Me and big sis playin in snow
Where did them good times go
Cause lately when I look on the mirror I don't see me
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