degrees Shoutout to the OVO where we set for T's, oooow N-ggas wanna be friends how coincidental This supposed to be our year we ain't get the memo Young King
to step on this shit like King Kong see as a child I was born with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa,
Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the
love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman Man, gangsta's don't die, gangsta's go to Vegas We don't need no navigation, we
don't need a piece That banana clip, let ya ? speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB F**k that N*gga, f**k that n*gga I see ya looking, what ya looking at n
t wanna pick up the chrome but might hafta Anyone think he gonna dethrone the rapper Next chapter, us out in Vegas Breakin' the bank just like we ballplayers And we
and became a man Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches You
really such a lady I rep Young Money You know Slim, Baby? And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380 We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
Check this out baby girl, I want you to check out a nigga, Cattttt Dadddyyyyy! Man I go to work, true winner Jeans skinny, like Squidward Lookin for
your friends say What we had was like Jay and Beyonce Mmm, or was it all a dream? Backseat in the Phatom, sippin? that lean We party like rock stars, we
get a taste of your pudd'n (Verse 2) Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact Pull out your spoon And let's
kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out
crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw
of twelve actors named Corey Shows for next fall, they've already been namin' "CSI: Boise" and "Touched By An Uncle" both sound pretty lame 'n' So does "Everybody Tolerates Raymond" And "King
the plane from Cali, I was smoking so good Need to get me sac right now let me roll through the hood Now I can't find Tweet, and Ken out of town Now I
I love music(what kind of music) (Chorus 2x) We love the reggae and jazz and rock and roll could be cool alternative too we love the rhythm and blues
?s a small price to pay for the air we breathe And the babies born Place to go when we leave Food that we eat When will we sleep It?s a miracle
we loot it, Burn this bitch down, lets do it! We aint marchin we aint talkin, we keepin our eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started, we gon