alone You gave me a jones I'm hooked just on your hug A junkie now for your love Now I can hardly wait Till I get to your gate Nothing can brake our date
the same no more You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll Fuckin' up the hustle with the streets and shit It's too much legal tender on my
with shine like the "Chronicles of Riddick" Nigga forget it Nine times outta ten, times' on my side If your nines in the car, cuz mines on my side Why
in your frame We detroit niggaz The illest breed of niggaz to breathe Detroit niggaz Kill on the street Kill an mc Kill on the beat Kill on the creep
m The Love Commando This Is A Raid If Love Is An Art, Baby I'm Surreal With You By My Side Can't Keep My Hands On The Wheel Unbuckle That Strap Jump
my brakes Pump Y all know what I'm talking bout Think I get my serve on Feel that vibe Bumpin out the hoo-ride As I hit the switches Front and back, side
sprained ankle boy I ain't nuttin to play with It started off local Ut thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis And your city
control [Chorus x2] [Ludacris Verse 2] 6 hands grippin the sheets, 30 toes are curled What in the world is goin on till the brake a brake a dawn wit
it if it isn't right Put your foot on the brakes & turn up the light Step up, Step up if you wanna fly Join the raid, into the other side We'll take
the same no more You doing too much, pump your brakes, slow your roll Fucking up the hustle with the streets and shit It's too much legal tender on my
it turnz ya on I feel fo da man at home you live with... you hiz lovely wife at night ya my bitch, I'm wy-kelly I got it all on tape don't fo'get ta wipe
At your local liquor store we get some optimums And if im out of bounds then i gotta gotta fall Keep it on the low, on the w-w-w-w-west coat Sign some
a young nigga livin it up Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck 20 minutes to get your C-walk on You know I get my ride on all on his own Check this out dog,
a sprained ankle boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded
beautiful life 21st century girl, us walking side by side 21st century girl, yeah, I'm gonna live it up Just live it up Step on the brakes, then I'ma step on
with you But you weren't worth the view I gotta hit the brakes Now you know Get up and go Arizona, Arizona A car wreck on the highway Now you're burning By the side
what you got Get your ass out on the floor. tell me what your waiting for You ugly but your swaga's amazing Get your ass out on the floor. tell me what your
on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last It may not mean nothing to y'all But understand nothing was done for me So I don't plan on stopping