we're revealing baby, is sold out to' Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been [Hook x2] [Clay Doe:] I been all around this world
: *Mike and Wanya talk in the beginning:* Mike: Hey, what's wrong squirt? Wanya: I don't know man. Sometimes around this time of year I just get depressed
wanna party, patron straight up fuck that old shit, I?m on new things OVO clique, Red wing boot gang yeah we want it all, half was never the agreement who?d
do what I have to to win Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic prior Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers And tell that psycho
this shit every year around this time) Today's what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it But I need y'all to sit back, and listen Listen man (fuck what you
you (where'd you go?) They're all out without you havin' fun (where'd you go?) Everyone left you, nobody likes you (where'd you go?) They're all out
i was i'd never stop because i'd know that i can't if i was a serial killer, i would drive a back van and i would ride around the college campus and
Ya know so he could fly up out that joint Man [Intro] If I could, fly away Ooo and I wouldn?t come back no more I, I?d turn around, Just to see you for
know so he could fly up out that joint Man [Intro] If I could, fly away Ooo and I wouldn?t come back no more I, I?d turn around, Just to see you for
make the world go round) Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour glass for all us. (We make the world
executioners And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all
Moon talk Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more That's that vision around the time I was a sophmore
: [I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre
I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother & my
shed a tear My soul's gone, on the inside I've been dead for years Hold on Mama, all my love's for you So much drama in the World, what's a thug to do
all over the world, The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world [Ludacris] Sing it hoes, All over
, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s See me easily givin' fools the finger like E.T. we be rougher than callous (y'all faggots) Sing a
Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother you know that shit ain't
