You can have the night Smoke to death in the back That is the place where it?s at Give me the breach to believe You can have the night A thousand miles
’s why they call it hood Now lets pretend like I aint got a name Before they ever called me B.o.B or a.k.a Bobby Ray I’m talking back before the mixtapes
run and hide Many have tried to go into the night cross over the line and come back alive But that's the price we pay when we living on the other side
the fo' from crashin Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it You know how we do it Comin from the West Side, West Side Nuttin but a West Side It's
A to Z [Mraz] Yo, whassup B? [Rapper] Yo, what time is it? [Mraz] Haha it's laundry day Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it If you like
a strap... with a 223 You be losin' your life when you caught up... in beef What? Nigga nigga, shiiiit! Now, I'm ridin', ride With a K on my side 50
your friend We could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She had her hair did, it was bound to fall Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it A
the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out
say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport
real B dog to the table right now Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred
Prada A nigga like jungle to always come through Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E A R T from Q B Put 'em up
have to overwhelm you Pick a star in the sky and I'll send you Just grab my hand and let it shake And listen to my drum while it starts to break B.Brown, B
and never play the back But the way you treat me girl is like a heart attack I'm a real troop trooper and with all the times That you were by my side
i refuse to lose, man that's a fact. Life is like a war and you prolly loose a few battles if you let them, they'll send you up a creek without a paddel
'm in it They make a nigga feel like he doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut
than her. Yeah, and I'm just tryin to make a million off recordin. Psychic read my fortune, said Id be worth a fortune. [Chorus x2] I learned at a
to debit if I don't get the cred.... that I deserve, Yo I say, I'm throwing west side up like Pac, when they pop yo block up, b-b-b-block up, Big Poppa
