the roof of your car, at the stars On the roof of your car, at the stars On the roof of your car, at the stars Through to the stark On the roof of your car
some fucking whining little child [Chorus] On the roof of your car at the stars On the roof of your car at the stars On the roof of your car at the stars
nigga Your door get kicked in, we want your yay High powered AK, false move and your face no trace Beat the case, go to the weight Make sure it ain't a fake I want your
remember the times when I was your only man And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control. Brownsville girl with your Brownsville
man Put a mortgage on a house Bought a nice car And friends were all around Cloudy days will come Getting laid of is all part of life Losing, first your house Your
dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying Cut ya
who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my shit
t know about the rest Copped another piece,hit the dark streets Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car
talk a mean fight But fight like hoes I'm from South Central, fool Where everything goes Snatch you out your car so fast You'll get whiplash Numbers on your roof
GOT THE BONE! I jumped over the others and kicked the door down with my feet Ran down the steps and headed right into the street Waved down a car, the
dead body in a dumpster Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat [Violent J] So now I'
feat. Beanie Sigel, Lil' Mo & Memphis Bleek) [Jay-Z] Yeh, it's that knock right here You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system your
: [Jay-Z] I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin but
... (red) Your... (white) Hands... (blue) Up... (black) Throw... (calm) Your... (down) Hands... (move) Up... (back) Throw... (motherfuckers) Your... (askin) Hands... (who is) Up... (that) Throw... (you know) Your
: (feat. Hell Razah) [Talking:] Yo, yo, what up, son? Yeah Get your weed and your Heineken It's melodic, Yo, yo, who got a stogie on them? Priest...
You gotta look up cause we're playing on the roof You gotta get down with the 100 proof Cop in the street and he's moving to the beat Cars are coming
, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms so she don't have to bone for DIMES? Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects where dogs shit
