him with a rainbow When they knew there was no pot of gold But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told In the long run I did fine
changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin Eight outta eight on movin targets You run
hm. [Bill:] Well, do you swallow? [Monica] I sure do, Bill. [Bill] You do? [Monica] Mm-hm. [Bill] Well, what would you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well
I'm mad wit it [Verse 1] BOOM! We learn from the old school When strictly thugs used to run it When one wheel wheely was the move Long before Bogle start
the back of the car He didn't report the cigar I guess he thought I was a star But we drove real far Fo' about six hours I really had to piss, my wrist no longer
re better off on a pension Well, if you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin'. If you got a string of long cars And you're smokin' them four-bit cigars
: Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long sometime... So it seems like it doesn't make sense... [Female singing with laughing in the background] [
just family reincarnated I'll show him the time that I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
still look afraid Boring enormous It isn't for us to say No longer in a hurry to get anywhere Still don't care for your destination No longer lead, you
ride Do you know who, I be? I'm the M-I crooked, letter Y nigga Bad to the Bizzy Bone Quick bitch talk shit night long I run shit, done done shit Pop
be long (It wont be long now) One of these days and you wont be long (You bound to come up) One of these days and you wont be long (Keep your eyes on
far from a lame, I'ma gigolo I get paid just to spit the flow And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know how long I've been gettin dough? Used
ride Do you know who, I be? I'm the M I crooked, letter Y, nigga Bad to the Bizzy Bone Quick bitch, talk shit, night long I run shit, done, done shit
him never have a friend Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run
(Dappy) I feel like a slaag! In so bar for too long, time to get tipsy Don't mean if I buy you a drink now, come later you're gonna lips me Look girl,
Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still... Yea jets Fool ?, ?, Run your nigga right back Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session
rappers run and go write wills I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo' So catch
Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long sometime... So it seems like it doesn't make sense... [Female singing with laughing in the background] [