face! No you ain't got no mo?'. Don't need no has been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool
village, and still get heard with no spins This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
faces From frustration first inclination Is to become a monk and leave the situation But every dark tunnel has a lighter hope So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope New
roll Lilo, Hell Rell Casino And when I'm in the Lamborghini I'm Gambino My slugs blow a nigga bald head like khemo And when I'm in New York, they holla
Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw That why I wear a big hat and roll weed Gone if you don?t know where you came or when you
his palms I compared his crown to yours and I began to scream psalms like Soups open soul, soups open soul the non-stop Unfold so he can roll and get
: CHORUS: (Nelly:) I am the king of the city Top down windows up Puffin' like Ditty Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice
the drug lord and his bands, government people. Hey. Confiscatin' all the dealer's land, the patch-of-ground people. Yay, yeah. And then a new Rolls
Send me a songwriter Who's drifted far from home And make sure that he's hungry Make sure he's alone Send me a cheeseburger And a new Rolling Stone. Yeah
: In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, Two men stood face to face. One wore black and one wore white, But of fear there wasn't a trace. Two hundred
said Send me a songwriter Who's drifted far from home And make sure that he's hungry And make sure he's alone And send me a cheeseburger And a new Rolling Stone
past-life and so we dance Arms wrapped around my breath and choked me back to life A new world wife, reflecting the sun and rolling dice Symbol of the
I mean you're history I'm takin my fans to a new land If anyone can do it, Lyte Thee MC can Because I'm hypin my rhyme to a new hype So get equipped and
I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you
looking at my Jacob can't tell the time I got plenty stones in um ain't none of um rine N I'm lookin in her face n I can smell she's mine Because she
I sip dun, call me Lady Don Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two
his new Benzo Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo Put the bass in? your face, you can feel the tempo Yela's in your face, grab a stencil You
make it there if you can Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man You say neat-o, check your libido And roll to the church in your new tuxedo The