the water drink it down This time I know I'm bound To spit it back up I didn't want this Salty substitute, just not going to do I need some air,
call it that? So if u knew me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys Ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches Who
't need no gat We don't have to go out like that Just throw ya mothafuckin hands in the air [x2] Come on Throw ya hands in the air Wave em like you just
well-oiled machine, There was never a wrench thrown into the gears Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, There was never a wrench thrown into the gears
I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said
: [Verse One] Yo Eh Yo I ain't what y'all expect, ain't ya average MC ain't drop a verse, with no purpose that ain't empty ain't sporting gear, I know
em out the park when I'm standing on home plate. (c'mon!) So many years of blood sweat and tears Without me the dogs stay switching the gears! But I'm
the rewards Of the fable you'd been sowing I saw you cross the landing Descending marble stairs Like Caesar crossed the Rubicon You seemed to walk on air
colder City zipped up and the hood on my shoulders Haters looking green like a three-leaf clover I've got a pair of every jeans I know of I've got gear
to be his most, unlucky lucky day Two brothers come out 7/11 in Army wear and stand there I'm actin like my tires need air He close the gas cap, too many
pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about
year, eating like a baby in a high chair Fly gear, versace eye wear, we the pioneers I fuck bitches sipping on dry beer Only rock Timbs and Air Forces
get rid of the pack but I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides
Young Jeezy] Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put your hands in the air, if you
I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh) [Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)] A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom Lots of ice in the air
I feel the billion is in the air I affiliate with Billy Gates That's my peer And? is my consigliere When I wear "Billionaire Boys Club" is more than gear
Goonie-Goo-Goos (Capo) I'll put paper on ya head just like a su-su Blowin haze in the air out the moon roof While I'm racing, switchin gears in the new
