a million dollars later and my taxes paid, And I'm still spendin money from my actin days, Damn, life is such a lovely thing, Feel the perks that a 7
now throw it up Then I?m back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don?t stop, git it, git it I say don?t stop, git it, git it Party don?t sleep 7 days
gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus The faggot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties
later! Mama, gonna be breadwinner! Take your time Watch ya, What up? Don't worry Mama 'Cause I'm a m-m-monster! These days it's different (Turning us
where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother
) I call 'em Now'N'Laters cause they candy flavored You see, I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit it's the new Fresh Prince and all I'm
rare But I thought ?Now forget it? - ?Yo homes to Bel Air? I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie ?Yo homes smell ya later?
m just to quick, slick and sly When it's time to ride I let the bullets fly cause it's do or die(die die...) I wear blue 7 days out the week (for life
Half a million dollars later and my tax is paid And I'm still spitting money from my active days Damn, life is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a 7
am from the hood, hood, hood, hood, hood These hoes pouring love, love, love, love, love My gear is off the hook, hook, hook, hook, hook I look like a model, 7 days
crime if i didn't write rhymes and I'd probably go mad in my mind cos its only music that keeps me sane plus bud and beers to forget the pain just reflecting on days
these project halls The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of the classic Now
she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80
cab was rare But I thought man forget it yo homes to BelAir I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later
rare But I thought now forget it yo homes to Bel Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabyo homes, smell ya later I looked
's the hustle man, money and diamond rings She gon' make sure she stackin' all the paper man It's a grinder's party, 365 7 days, she gon' make sure she
