adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit Give away a few Mercedes, like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last
adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this and last but not least grant somebody their last
Feel your heart beating fast Hold me close make it last We knew this day would come So take a breath leave me and Was so scared of you leaving Wish we
a bunch of babies that ain't never had sh-t Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this And last but not least grant somebody their last wish Its
like we're an impossibility Tried to keep the heart in the head But I was so down on the closing night Couldn't even fake a smile Wanted to fire all
They had painted her face like a man's mistake Like a mental state, gang-banging A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that
last forever Let's make it last forever Let's make it last forever Let's make it last forever Let's make it last for... Let's make it last for... (repeats
Tell me actions speak louder But there's something about her words that hurt Closing up and it's so late and I'm the last one still waiting for you to
you for a ride I got a new shine on my car Sun is tannin' my left arm And while I'm waitin' on the red light I'm burnin' up a little air guitar Turn it up a
that I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat I just need a cool place to hide Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash
'ma represent, check it out Now although your friends warned you 'bout us Westside macks Girl, you was willin' to take a chance and I respect you for that And at last
we remix and spike it To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row You're just a toy punk,to mess
to do, I gotta catch my crew They left last night in the bus around two The plane's a small one, no fun at all Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball
mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang, sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name
While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow A pool of blood and floating body parts would make me grin A close view of a razor when it's breaking
Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in