you hit the highway you better stop for gas and there's a fifty in the ash tray in case you run short on cash, here's a map and here's a bible if you
When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know Verse
can't out-smoke me! The highest niggaz in the industry, an when you see us back stage, nigga pass that weed. B-Legit!! Verse 3 *(B-Legit) I
? Shhh, don't tell nobody It's like this Now if there's a cure for this We don't want it, we'll run from it And if there's a remedy We don't need it,
it like a new born The family structure ruptured, there's living proof like a group home B-Boy being a man, throw a suit on Stepping out hotter than ??? when the soup's
(Aha) [Vincent Prince laugh] That's right Ima bring it from the Soul nigga B-E-3 GO! Only competition's to chronic gun Going simmalimma tillamimma simmalimma tillamimma It's
them that's natural action play the [Incomprehensible] We gettin' at you and we don't want to rap to you It's not culture, it's not a code of La Costra
Me and granny watching [Incomprehensible] football golden blue She said you can't beat the team and them B's too Some say I got my sense of humor from
When I feel trapped Feel there's no way out No escape To be honest I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know Verse
the craze Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays Old eddy hayes it's time to blaze One of l.a.'s that's born and raised Now that we've got ourselves
's up now? They don't want it, no, they don't want it I know alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy? They don't know by now, brotha
, yo B excuse me I didn't call your girl, why accuse me? I think you're insecure, not sure If your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door Back
s so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake ass thugs On the radio There's so many rappers in love On the radio There's so many fake
get that change Leader of the black gang, ROC, man Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out Y'all don't
four door [mystikal] A-i-n-t-n-o-l-i-m-i-t Nigga, we b-o-u-t-i-t-b-o-u-t-i-t Fonzarelli, gimme the mike Let me get in they ass And with the ice cream
piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night And do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many
piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago or Detroit, I don't know We do so many