me Whenever you're around And you say it's too late No, the storm's in line, yeah, you contemplate And you say it's too late When the morning's right
[Intro] DRAH! 2 Fast... DRAH! 2 Furious... I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN! DRAH! 2 Fast... DRAH! 2 Furious... OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN! [Chorus]
fans swarming Grabbed that bitch by her hair Drug her across the ground And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down Sorry coach, its too late
you like to get to know me? I’m not shy I’ll do anything for you and I’m that guy Say I pick you up at eight I promise I won’t be late” {Girl} ‘
boulevard And now I'm so inspired Cause I want to buy me a Lexus Or maybe Ill get me a Beemer or Hummer, It's summer Its never too late There's always
baby momma and a bow-wow My nigga know you need to calm down F-for County run up in your house But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late Now
again Tomorrow ain't no stranger There'll be a lucky star And love will find it's way Into someone's heart Too late for tears No time to be confused
But it's too late for his love Already caught in a trap His angel's kiss was a joke And she is not coming back Because heaven sends and heaven takes Crashing cars
it's too late for his love Already caught in a trap His angel's kiss was a joke And she is not coming back Because heaven sends and heaven takes Crashing cars
Z [Xzibit] So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serve We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo We had the rocks, my nigga late
totally out the way for you But know that we can take it any place you wanna take it to Hating in your blood, 'cause guess it's just too late for you
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
is only gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too
I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
But don't offend me I'm skinny But still I'm too big for a Bentley You are Your car What could represent me? Too Godly To be a Bugatti You honestly Must
one at a time, you were late Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake Red and black cars on the red chrome
up, ******* from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let the **** slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of ****, too
