I don't need another taste of your lips,. To know I'm home when we're lying here like this,. The world could end today; the sun could just fall,. Here in this bed we made, we're safe from it all,.
How do you look at the world?. Is is cold?. Is your glass half empty?. Or is it half full?. I got so many questions (so many questions). So many questions (I got).
Check me out, I fell in love with the hatred. Love being hated. Ya'll should already know as much as I state it. Niggas ain't thinkin, drunk or sedated.
Two years, waits up. Still sleep, wake up. Girl gon break up. Mind right, cake up. Friends came, friends left. Bullshit is endless. Been that, Hip Hop.
[Verse 1: Matt B]. Stacks on stacks. All on my Ferrari seats. Racks on racks. Don't sit on my Ferrari seats. In the grove, through the hills. We be 'bout that guap life.
Shooting stars are made for those. Who believe that they were chos-. En to receive the gift of hope. So this is all I wrote. . Oh Oh x3. . (Bait longer than rope).
Elzhi> I know I might sound like I got a cold and I'm sneezing. But I'm grown and i'm breathing. Hear the tone in my speaking. Both of my parents gone for a reason.
Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me. I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me. Niggas in the game is getting too slimy. Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy.
Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me. I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me. Niggas in the game is getting too slimy. Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy.
Hold tight, this is the last time you hear me. I'm out now, this is the last time to cheer me. Niggas in the game is getting too slimy. Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy.
Die Straßen dampfen, komm wir fahren an den See. Nein, wir brauchen keine Karre, kommen auch so von A nach B. Wollen keine Kohle. (Keine Kohle). Dafür, dass wir für euch singen.
Die Straßen dampfen, komm wir fahren an den See. Nein, wir brauchen keine Karre, kommen auch so von A nach B. Wollen keine Kohle. (Keine Kohle). Dafür, dass wir für euch singen.
Syndicate fool. L.A. Home of the Bodybag. Ice-T. A young playa bred in South Central. Colors, syndicate fool. A young playa bred in South Central. Ice-T.
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy?. [ Big Rich ]. Ah man, you know they on deck. [ Ice-T ]. Yo, what's up with they men, though?. [ Big Rich ].
Once again, my friends, it's time to rock it 'til the party ends. Rhymin' with timin', as EVIL E lets the record spin. Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it's shockin'.
Speed of life, fast, it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass. It's like, jumpin' rope on a razor blade. All lightning quick decisions are made. Lifestyle plush, females rush.
I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man. The pole man, the shoeshine man. I'm a nigger man, watch me dance. . I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen.
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house. all I want is the motherfuckin' kids!. As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do. Bust him in his motherfuckin' head!.
(Intro: Ice-T). Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin. It's all about that hardcore mind. Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house.
Okay. . Comin' from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my. Own type of style and ain't nobody stoppin' my. Rise to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got.