m vocally silent and that keeps my wallet so fat I have to stuff my socks My 'hood keeps getting bigger 'cause phat def jams I bring And now the world
gate An hour and 45 minutes late And of course our connection was already in the air Spent a day of our vacation in Chicago O'Hare And like musical
black music I'm attached to it In many ways this city raised me and gave me The drama, honor, and bravery The streets seem hollow when I go to Chicago
on down Burn, baby, baby, won't you burn, burn Burn, burn [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] And burn, baby let the good times roll with me On a cold and gray Chicago
my fingers runnin' through her hair Only bad thing about it I ain't already there Baby, I just landed Grabbed my bag and hopped a cab And I'm comin'
they catching me fuck that I'm about to rip out Ripout and then I flip out make them whack niggaz ship out Harbor the jet go on vacation and take a trip
and greasy foods got my car smelly Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly But then they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off They fall soft, my mental lift is for me
brighter Situations and jobs get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late
And I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago, With a broken heart and a woman on my mind. I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox, And the music takes
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop And my man Extra
pushed over the wrong rock Spend your money on me, I make the song hott, The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop, My chain big like my buzz in
s what they askin me hit skins, causin catastrophe, get penned by me and my family sip gin, fulfillin your fantasy in your condition i'm wishin you'll take a lickin and
your joints Keep your eyes on the prize The struggle goes on everyday (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Everyday and I'm a live it through my music (
a sittin' in a honky 'n in Chicago With a broken heart and a woman on my mind I match the man behind a bar for the jukebox And the music takes me back
't have no blues, woman But I was all messed up 'n down Now, you be my baby, mm Come on an' be my baby, mm I'll buy you a diamond I'll buy you a diamond
I walks through 'round in my den Now, if I come out and see my shadow My woman don't love me I believe I'll go back in (harmonica & instrumental)
-pint Woman, an you will see me go Now, my gal she done quit me For somebody else Now, my little gal she done quit me For somebody else Now, an' I'm
't do shit! Now he mister hard body since he with the Unit. Wanna beat my ass? Then prove it! What you gon do? Sucker punch me and run, and D'mack