heat! [Chorus: La Chat & Mike Jones] The rims on my Chevy go round & round Round & round, round & round I got the dro rolled up, pass it round & round Round & round, round & round
of pistol packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs, Commence the letting off rounds
France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat
France baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that gangsta, get a gat hit a head in a hat call that a riddle rap shit, f**k the chitter chat
by bus and by my side there's no friend we a go right through till di end well mi affi work hard and move right round di clock mi affi push down di rat
putting all di hole Up in yuh structure It's nuh matter, di money catcher, di brain snatcher If yuh dis mi a deal wid yuh matter Bad man a chat to
: Everybody gather 'round, this is a test Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin' Dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin'
mi vex she call mi ansa Yuh want hear a voice whenever mi ansa [Verse 2:] Eeh, mi no seh yuh well an si di miss call But fi si yuh online a chat to Crystal
time But mi significant like the da vinci code an constantine Some a dem a some dutch a talk Mi know seh a mi money dem want Dem a walk round di place
mi come up wid ah rhyme like dat Girl dem a tell mi sey dem like my chat Ah me ah mek dem needle eye pop [Verse 2:] She get a round of applause She forward
: Drunk till death yeah the name rings bells when you hear it, All your favourite bands in it, We been round for a minute. Brotherhood, Crew, whatever
ya? [Verse 1] You hear the beat As it makes ya Not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep 'round the back with binoculars
done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven" No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet So you want the chat room
've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
, them make fi luv us still a chat bout me Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die chat bout we Ruff Ryder Ryde or Die chat bout we We, we, we [Damien Marley] Max to
Mimicking Is Flattery So Bite Me I Put Dat AK In Yo Face & I Make Ya Like Me... [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] No Chit Chat, Hit Me Back Gucci Did Dis, Gucci
to travel but you know your direction Same line, same day, all on the same track We cross paths but barely interact You've got no time to chit chat,