know because I've been In the wind Nothing's gonna stop me, In the wind No one's gonna catch me, In the wind I've got everything I need, In the wind No one's
hearts In the wind In the wind Nothing's gonna stop me in the wind No one's gonna catch me in the wind I've got everything I need in the wind No one's
I know because I've been In the wind Nothing's gonna stop me, In the wind No one's gonna catch me, In the wind I've got everything I need, In the wind No one's
the aftermath and the soldier got tough. He tried to grab the woman's hand, Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand." She said, "That ain't enough." Then
be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
she get any closer, I'm a have somethin for her To grind on grind on T. R. O. U. B. L. E. spells Tourble Trouble Trouble T. R. O. U. B. L. E. spells
forever, can't stop tommorow Chewin' all food for thought, hard to swallow Cold like Chicago winds, taps on my convo El Diablo cross the Verazanno P.L.O
the F.B.I although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what
s at, boy I'm true to Organized, cuz they raised me I'm also down with LaFace cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me And it's cool Yeah, it's real cool, gettin
of the mic wind Chorus repeat (last line is changed to: I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when
throw em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip-Hop's got
change in me Traitors that Fly roast and toast, boastin' ain't describin' P L-A-Y, to the A, F-L-Y, here to stay Blunts of hay that's everyday, plus I
then you can beam up [x20] Now ya sexual peak is met so don't fret When I call you up and say what's happening baby it's Tech I'm callin' to see if
know how she get down cause (She use to be, she use to be my girl) I miss yo L.O.V. (I'm Mr. S.O.D) I miss the long nights, Long flights (And shopping
la caisse ce soir on sort! - Si si bien vu t?assures! - Previens les autres on s?capte au cafe qui fait l?angle, ce soir on s?fait pas recal j?ai 4 tickets
Slam your body down and wind it all around Slam your body down and wind it all around S to the L to the A to the M Slam your body down and wind it all
riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for real (You got's to chill) [Verse