attic The mouth of madness Loud and manic The motive of the bird going south on the Atmos' Picture a hole Put your hero in Envision the gold Now zero
's shoop Roll up to her crib with some Bartles & James Hop off the bus with the Alize Now hold up player, whatchu diggity-doing here? I should diggity
Standin' in the shadows, girl, I've been watching you Movin' through the crowd so gracefully Moonlight falls like diamonds on your golden hair As time
, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold
damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress
be layin' down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known Got the gold
drives the nails into my coffin I've got the devil on my shoulder I've got the devil on my shoulder I've got the devil on my shoulder, over and over
want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold
to take it off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now [Busta Rhymes] Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On) Food
off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now [Busta Rhymes] Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On) Food spillin
this muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black and gold
of Willy Wonka You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first thing's first: I'll eat your brains Then I'mma start rocking gold teeth
a ticket for the ride El Dorado streets of gold, see those shipments over sold You've got one last chance to try So gone is the glory and gone is the gold
with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck
, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in the ultimate war Should I
too And who decides what's right to hear? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you
't no thang I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold
