But sometimes You hit a good lick, the stars light up Your ship comes in, you make your mark You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top Yeah, cream
how high the lie can take us Through the eyes of Christ John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper
high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper
a cat with a bowl of cream And when you're comin' up, ooh, it's so obscene Yeah, you pump me to the wire Like a burnin' wheel of fire Up and down,
of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs
telling you, that's the truth. My wife has nothing to do with it. She won't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Until I fired the first shot, then she opened
in your left hands, not bustin' it right Ain't no, I in the team, ain't no eyen' my cream I'm a semi-auto, clean, rapid-fire machine Cocky, six foot
here for me today Garbaggio from the men in grey Don't do this You can't do that What's the point What's the matter, anyway Fat cat's licking cream Dirty
Here's somethin' that's rarely seen Me so dark, eyes so green I'm so fresh, so clean Three-wheel motion, car on lean In D.C., parked outside Dream In A T L, parked outside Cream
your guns in your left hand Not bustin' it right Ain't no I in the team Ain't no eyen' my cream I'm a semi-auto, clean Rapid-fire machine Cocky, six foot
And the guy that hired you just got fired Your job's expired they just ain't told you yet So you go and buy a brand new set of wheels Just to show your
to him [COALHOUSE] Like cats to cream! [SARAH] Mmm... [COALHOUSE] Then we'll travel on from there. [SARAH] California or who knows where! [BOTH] And we will ride On the wheels
cell, I'm the fire down in hell I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell Nigga, I'm the wheels on the tank I'm the million dollars that
The lonesome oak tree held it's fire into November We watched the last brown leaf hit the ground and blow away An evening gun shot let's him know the
whipped cream! (Comic Book Guy): You're like X-Men number three In a mylar bag (Snake): You're a brand new muscle car And all the wheels are mag (Grandpa
No fear can quell my steam Lavatory Love Machine No cabin fire burn my dream I am at your disposal I gotta get up to see what you ain't gotta hide Wheeling
machine No fear can quell my steam Lavatory live machine No cabin fire burn my dream I'm at you disposal I gotta get up to see what you ain't gotta hide Wheeling
Eyes foggy from purple haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps I open flesh, leave no razor bumps And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire