when she left He was sleepin' in the warmth of their bed Now she's gone CHORUS: Oh Tommy, oh Tommy Just sit and wait for her at home Oh Tommy, oh Tommy
million, throwin hundreds in this bitch [Birdman:] Real real nigga numba 1, hustle fly with my son I come from uptown, G5 tommy gun Red flag everyday
now, I'm gross and repulsive Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
money man) Getcha money man (Getcha money man) [Snoop Dogg] Tommy was a rider, big money Tommy had everything, it wasn't funny All the younger G's used
gots to play my bill My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour We needed more a dollars so I started slangin powder I used to see my homies on the
, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep
nasty now, I'm gross And repulsive Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls In the cars In my wallet In my pocket
your jewels and cash Shoulda known it, me, I could never condone it Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it She got some bitch niggas involved, they be in cars That used
no pretend I touch a million, throwing hundreds in this bitch [Verse 7 - Birdman] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G5, Tommy
mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep,
Commercial instructors, stop your stretch marks Take off your shirt I see your ribs, fakin' like you Tommy Gibbs Technology program, you used to know I used
Tommy's selling used cars, Nancy's fixing hair Harvey runs a grocery store and Margaret doesn't care Jerry drives a truck for Sears and Charlotte's on
[la the darkman] Uh uh, for the niggas in black vigors Behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everybody wanna shine For the niggas rockin tims, fuck cars and
JD used to bring around I had a crush on Wishin' I could take 'em to my room and get my touch on "If you was just a lil' older", is what they used to
Way back when Only drinking Gin Now I'm a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes Used to pump my fist with Arsenio Player hating niggaz that used to rap
car size to my blunt And I stunt Cause I ain't never had a quarter Used to borrow from ballers Now I'm that neighborhood staller Do it big with his daughter Tommy
way I'm aimin' a mac That's how I let off frustration pertainin' my past Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin' at cabs Feds is on cars that's why they
