I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet. Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet. I'm so rope, they call me Mr. Roper. When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper.
Jeb, get away from the barbecue man. Go on, get the hell away from that thing. C'mon, give me a kiss. Won't you come and give me a kiss.
24/7, 24/7, 24/7 365 On My Grind [x4]. [Chorus:]. 24/7 365 On My Grind 'Cause I I Gotta Get Mine (yea) I Gotta Get Mine [x2]. How You Gone Do It?. One Hustle Hard Two Stack Paper Three Cut The Line Four Watch Hatas.
Yeah yeah. You already slow. Slowin' down 2 nite homey. H-U-E-Y. You already no what it is. Hits committed partner. . Were goin' out 2 nite. I'm feelin' fly 2 nite.
You can't push us around. (You can't push us around!). You can't push us around. (You can't push us around!). You can't push us around. (You can't push us around!).
Même dans l'zef j'ai encore le jus pour froisser la weed. J'vous le jure encore de quoi aboyer dans le HF. K.O debout, compter jusqu'à huit, on me juge, je suis à bout.
[Chorus]. Four. Three. Two. Two. A two step. A two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step.
[Chorus]. Four. Three. Two. Two. A two step. A two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step. Now go on and two step.
I had the right to sublurr, because they ache one stick. I saw five to six million but, yo, that ain't really shit. It was supposed to be different, we were supposed to write out.
It's eleven fifty-nine and fifty-nine seconds.. If I'm gonna die tonight I'm goin to heaven,. Ay, ay, with you.. It's eleven fifty-nine and fifty-nine seconds..
[ CHORUS ]. S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear. Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good. Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus. ( ? ) rims and my Alpine bumpin.
Yea, up in that Murcielago. Eh well, but I'm from Chicago. Yea, AV what it be? (What it be homie?). To the sky dog, we stay fly. . Lingerie, sexy yeah.
I never did time, committed mad crime. Only paid rhymes but now niggaz drop dimes. Harmonizin' on a homicide rap. Singin' in the precinct, tryin' to catch an R&B contract.
[Repeat x2]. Do I really wanna see so clearly. even though I know bad things might appear. Tell me that it's not a waste of time. To write a rhyme as therapy to try to clear my mind.
Hear me knockin, I'll be knockin on your door. Hear me knockin, I'll be knockin on your door. . I just got one question to ask, do you love me? (do you love me?).
Here we go again this time i call names. everbody in the 516 whos running games. claimin you stars and runnin your mouth. but when the words fall out they hittin the ground.
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there. Is this that shit that make a nigga just. It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all. I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all.
Itsty bitsy. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head. Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly. . One for the money, two for the show. Three I want a real big booty to go.