c. So later on we'll be rollin Drop-tops i'm hittin yo' hot spots i'm top notch My niggaz never listen but i told 'em When i catch you at the game runnin
mixed wit Indo I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for shizzo C Arson baby, born and raised Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies Now, I get around like
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets And I'm more underground than your, basement
you know what's up Say she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb I told em "Hit the side and slide and
b-baby Wanting you so bad is a problem, I have And I know that you need me But it won't come that easy I said, I know, I know, Ooh [chorus:] C'mon baby
good shit, man Woooo, Spaceketeers Hey, This is the G-Child We back big baby Ooo, ahh (Ahahh, ahahh) I think I need a fix I think I need a fix, man, uh
to set trip You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping I don't sell crack, I sell dopium Catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast Professor
like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I
Drake:] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now baby... Yeah... Look... I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I
when i back that ass up on you? (50 cent) ooh, baby i like it, i like it when i work that ass, that ass (50 cent) baby i like it, i like it when you
I'm a gentleman I wanna be the one to hold your hand I just wanna be, I just wanna be Girl, let me touch you like nobody can I wanna show you I'm a
, until there ain't none left I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no ref I Jams mo' than Def baby show me the club I'm like, hey, where that Bacardi at? I
think I forgot where I come from dog, 'cuz I know Cleveland, Ohio fo' sho' where we slung dope in the snow I'm from the streets the streets of Cleveland
Fake artists with nothin' to say I'ma give it, wish due my street dues Just stay cool. I know I got you When I need to pop you'll let loose And you
brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need
when I thought I've gotten rid of you I turn my face to your pillow that's soaked in your perfume The water's raging, no life vest and I can't swim through
your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that C-c-cut up, know
