you down, down, down, down, down? Down, down (Are you down?) Are you fucking down, down, down, down, down? Down, down (Are you down?) Even if the sky is falling down
are you down down down down down? Down, down (are you down?) Are you fucking down down down down down? Down, down (are you down?) Even if the sky is falling down
weather's stormy, but we're A-OK And there's nothing that I'd rather do Than lay you down beside the fireplace No where to go You run out of breath, I
man, it's the world famous, DJ Clue Desert Storm Jigga-man's in the building... [Jay-Z:] It's ya boy H-O, World's number one DJ, DJ Clue, Tear down the
like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
jam Carolina nigga got the game on lock You can tell a pimp nigga when you see his car Still tickin' passin' him with two bad hoes Window rolled down
This little knotty head nigga been thirsty Just enough sugar fo, for one cup of kool aid I've been all the way, I mean all the all the way down But
[ VERSE 1 ] Now.. I come from the Oakland town Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age making dollars so long Drive a brand
my thugs baby and for the club baby We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk (Around the globe) Atlanta, Alabama (Country as hell!) Kentucky, Carolina
wit 305 but we end at four pounds Stop at [Incomprehensible] Old pound for life is a [Incomprehensible] All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated I let Elite breathe, yeah Hey, uh uh uh I let Elite breathe, yeah
girl down in south Carolina Fucked her until she turned into a white Albina Fucked this hooker in Iowa I fucked her on credit, so I owe her Fucked this girl down
feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right? Hey, he walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'? He stopped, he took a deep breath
' up every block I drive down An' on my lap that Desert weighin' 'bout five pounds Now don't be playin' cause I'm sprayin' 'bout five rounds Get down,
block I drive down And on my lap that Desert weighing 'bout five pounds Now don't be playing cause I'm spraying 'bout five rounds (Gun shots) Get down
I gotta say, hey, hey Your breath's like wine, you got me feeling so fine Your breath's like wine, you got me feeling so fine Your breath's like wine
