Lyrics:
time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It called me right back, man it called me right back, oh no
I never felt more alive than riding
time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It called me right back, man it called me right back, oh no
I never felt more alive than riding
spent a band on it
Don't expect if you can't put your hands on it
This the type of shit that make man don't it
I stayed true to my calling through all
so hard don't make me hurt that grill
Apologize nigga dog you ain't that real
Your man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper wearin' ass
, people are a trip, man
Put everybody down about what's up with that
Yo word, man i gotta let em know i gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl
By
these fuck ass industry niggas, mayne (ayy)
Nigga, we been doin' this shit since '95 (ayy)
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
these fuck ass industry niggas, mayne (ayy)
Nigga, we been doin' this shit since '95 (ayy)
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
Motherfuckers I said put your hands up
Turn the fuck up right motherfuckin' now
Oh, it's time to party
Oh, it's time to party
Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out
crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for
Motherfuckers don't know what a
Nigga really been through
Ever since my pops did time
I live in the studio rippin' rhymes
Now he out, hit 'em off, he good
He
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
my big check to six
Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his
Racing to the red lights
Reminiscing past life
Breaking my back nine to fiving my life away
Man I'm feigning good times
Party under moonlight
I guess
Good evening
Police do not try to adjust your radios
There is nothing wrong
We have takin' control over this city
As to bring you this special
Unanimous decision, that's the last slide I got a hittin' man lurkin', he on standby
Lapped him for the second time, ran by He said, damn, you not
understand
Until they been there
Are you down or what? Cause
If not then beware!
Stained up, roach ass niggas in my mix mix
Now most of the time I'm by
found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
'Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm
By the man upstairs
Good vibes in the air
Cant fade her
The negativity wont bait her
She chasin dreams
Everyday she wake up
Cant stop for no one
She
Heard on your radio
Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man
Take the microphone and kick the
Wicked like a man
I went from construction Timbs
To Acs with
in a fix
I Got on the phone, and called my man,
Said get here daddy as fast as you can
TV is the thing this year, oh
TV is the thing this year,
Radio
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
five and dime
One of the boys in Eddie's band took a shine to Rita's hands
So Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife
Oh, but he was back by June,
of place
You are like this park
Very lovely
Very
I've never let you know
What a good, good man I think you are
And how much you've met Robert
I
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