And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind Flash is fast
and drunk and my cars swerves off road, haa. I'll meet you at the crossroads. Lord please keep your eyes on me, and if i die i pray my soul you keep,
'll be rolling again someday soon somewhere around the bend i know we'll have better luck - me and my pickup truck maybe we need to give this thing just one more try
Met a girl and wrote a letter to get her Asking her if she could fill a hole in my heart Now I got myself all messed up just my luck That she won't be
track I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back. Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet, I've done about everything, but try dragging my
I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back Well I have to pray to God this ain't the day we meet I've done about everything but try dragging my feet
watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us roll up and try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up
me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my
Ain't it funny that the way you feel, shows on your face And no matter, how you try to hide it'll state your case Now a frown will bring your sprits down
Well, me bein' out of work just then I didn't wanna go home My mom said if I lost this job I'd have to go out on my own So I went over to Dave's house
ReFugee come to your turf And take over the earth See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if you try to take
alcalays I'm the real reason you can find my city on an atlas page Half a million dollars later and my tax is paid And I'm still spitting money from my
some other day You ever go downstairs to start your day But your car's not there Yeah, you know the joke's on you You ever try your luck With a pickup
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
with my dick in my hand And straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand You wanna step up I got the brick in my hand Then leave your ass face down
Some girls gotta get Coco Chanel Some get the luck of the draw I got a girl lookin' naturally well Hippest chick you ever saw She like wearin' powder
push they luck, fuckin' with tha 5th dog, show no love. Escept for my gang, runnin' untamed, hope you don't rename and remain Mo' Thug. Had my nigga, my
'm gunna ride.}[x2] Krayzie: Man, these nigga's they got me lacin' up my Timberland's; creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin