right about now God has smiled on me he has set me free (Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you) Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good
Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than
man and niggaz in Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his hand Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan I'm on hot, I adjust
' down candy on swangers it's super tight When I pull up at the light At a quarter to midnight You pull up bright Scared to death gotta call it a light
tha light in my face, and for what Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin
11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10 2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on your first
up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em
come home, but I'm past on the game Niggaz waitin' in the alley, tryna jack off my chain It's the Color Changer, ridin' on swangers Recognize pimpin',
tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt 14 hours a day. And she's now promoted to a bon-bon? And traveling
shack and Shinin' the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass or maybe 'cause I blast On a stupid assed ***
One, two, three, four I come alive, I can describe You try to wake me in the morning When the dark turns into light Everywhere there's a funny feeling
never alone. (Ooooh) Anytime, Anywhere (Ooooh) You can call on me, And I'll be there, Someone you can rely on, (Can rely on) Be a shoulder you can cry on, (You can cry on
2 dance so dnt step on ma louis bitches on da dancefloor bouncin like a porn star legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car posted at the bar, everbody strizzap double game's
hop in the back seat if you're a freak Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat 8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat Turn high beams on bring the club
In ya city Take'em to war throw ya grenade This shit is gritty [verse 1] Yo, what's the sign's on ya crab ass Niggaz out here in this rap shit Turning
All biters get writer's block When it's rhyme tyme To play this game you gotta be a rap pro It's not dominos or tic tac toe It's the rhyme tyme game,
gettin up outta here, that's what's up. That's what's up Watch me back up the truck You livin wit a lot of fear. That's what's up, my gats stay up So