Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I
inches {B.G.} I get that noise out these busters anything I ride It's gonna have TV's in chrome on it wood inside I got a variety of cars I can drive
the cream Porsche I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf I drive a spaceship, n**** 2008 s*** [? ] kicks on, I stay in some eight s*** N****s on some
the cream Porsche I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit {?} kicks on, I stay in some eight shit Niggas on some
lied on a polygram These ogs talk about back in the days I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page Im your top eight nigga Drop eight nigga GCT coupe
to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by
song should remind all lovers to kiss before they part Instead it's often torture - no, instead it's often pain Sometimes those songs are liable to drive
: (D. Cook - R. VanHoy) Ah, backseat, back road, drive-in movie shows Ya got your daddy's car tonight Eight straight hours of old monster movies at
lustre of mid-day to objects below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver
a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry." Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of
: (with Tyga) [Intro:] Haha, My Lil Drop Top Girl [Verse 1: Tyga] Sweet Lil Something, Turbo Button Four Fifty Eight, Engine Running Her Legs So Sunny
nine and ten of spades, All he needed was the eight... And then the Lord he called for one more card, But he drew the diamond eight, And the Devil said
uh, to get me off Sweat until my clothes come off Let's get open, cause a commotion (ooh oh) We're still going, eight in the morning There's no stopping
little somethin', on the floor I need that uh to get me off Sweatin' till my clothes come off Let's get open, cause a commotion Still goin', eight in
of mid day to objects below When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver so lively
care of my peeps when the street is hot You need a place to stay, just pull out the cot And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun Driver took
Key, Paved The Way So Lately, My Stakes Get Better Each Day Replay My Relay Race, When I Was Chasin The Afee At Eighteen Eight Years Later His Voice
do you describe someone, with a decapitated head When the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN? [Royce] Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive
