: The bottom feels so much better than the top! So much better. [Chorus:] Nan you're a window shopper, taking a look but you never buy. Nan you're a
: The bottom feels so much better than the top! So much better! Nan you're a window shopper Taking a look but you never buy Nan you're a window shopper
last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house?s
with beef I gotta slug to sleep Peep, I'm not no nigga Figga' he can come up By getting a job so I mob not givin' a fuck I'm the drama mama warned all they kids
Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been
Leaving kids no headroom like Max Try to react, but you were never clam And never could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine
loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They
a hood were niggas gotta keep there gun cocked And kids were Dre beats to stop the sound of gunshots But at least they got the Dre beats Cause kids
(damn right, I'mma get it) [Elephant Man] Take the cash, take the dough like my nigga Robin Hood Then me take the money, buy a big house in the Hollywood
on the house You know Ia??m felly hustler backcrawling And buy level condos made up with the glass floor Hibberts like 9-4 Chopping that work on a glass
the same Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party, motherfuckin' time, ha, ha, ha Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses
You done just put to of Americas most wanted In the same mothafuckin' place at the same mothafuckin' time Y'all niggaz 'bout to feel this, break out the champagne glasses
ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now
all the yuppie fucks All the poor kids would come and swing from my nuts And I would walk home feeling like a samurai I'd walk in the house and see my
D's bitch The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm
bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up If you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones who never gave it up Take a champagne glass
't nuttin but a gangsta party motherfuckin time, hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses
where kings bury there loved ones, Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun, From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run, So quick, there's kids