out, yeah? When I get there, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing Ya heard me? I feel ya 'cause I got the hook-up Bet on baby, bet on I got the hook-
than the stones on babies wrist The fifth jump like double Dutch in the hood I'm bout to blow fuck knockin' on wood 'Cuz if I don't I'ma knock on the
I think you like it baby, do you want to get nasty? I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll with this hip hop star Bad boots on
doubt, ooh wee, baby, yeah) Your love's just like heaven in my eyes It's hot on the boulevard Ice shinin' high, in your baby blue drop Puttin' weight on them haters, baby
ya pump My New York niggaz leave y'all wit' razor bumps Now pappa raised a rolling stone, I feel like pops In the absence of Makaveli, I feel like Pac
I'm the dealer What you feelin', sure you want some I brought my slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas
you wanted cause I can't be weak Yeah baby that's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ fresh on wax Put it on the turntable,
ya wanted cause I can't be weak Yeah, baby, that's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the Turntable
got Bun B In my front seat and we got these (Poppers on the Chrome) One time for ya boy Pimp C (Pocket full of stones) Yeah, I gotta pocket full of stones
up Who's on the floor, while the beats break Look at you feelin' to catch a vibe, you buyin' an e-ticket To the unknown, hilltop feelin' a lot drop You
as can be, stone cold Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As cold as can be) Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As
Yeah, you feel that, baby? Yeah, I feel it too Damn, you know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was
in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll
gotti were in this little war you pushed on put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones what's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas roll
suffering was over, yeah When they rolled away the stone, Lord, Lord When they rolled away the stone On golden stairs He walked to Heaven And there He's waiting on
she speaking with 'Cause I already know she made it clear who she's living with Yeah and it feels so beautiful Put it in a rhyme because it feel so
on some syrup, now you know we gone, goin real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, drop roll bar, that what I want, Im comin on down jammin