alright) if you leavin just go on and leave (if you gonna leave then leave baby) aint gotta worry what happens to me if you leaving just go on leave (if your leaving
Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi Did you stop? No -- I just drove by Kept on pursuing
suits and gators In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
more time in case Okay .. fuck now he's draggin' under the car Oh well, only 30 more thousand miles Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to conversate Just
God bless me please, keep my seeds healthy Making all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy Hoping they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells Just in case
help from walkin out just throw it away Just take my hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin
i be the moon man who crack the case (3oh!3) X2 She wants to touch me (Woah), She wants to love me (Woah), She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh
Sweeeeeeet! Stop naggin' girl, you just shut-up! Always on my case bout how I spend my dough up. The only reason that I'm here still with u coz' I love
The ash set in then blew away It’s getting lost into the sea I grew so close to all the thoughts I had to leave forever I left the chill and voice of
You leave in the morning With everything you own in a little black case Alone on the platform The wind and the rain On a sad and lonely face Mother will
about a thousand young bucks who brawl Its decoys in case he needed to duck you all Thats why you betta move tight wit ya click Niggas be thirsty and quick just
’s sweet As I zoned in my bus, all I had to say is "that beat" That beat, just keep the same old beat Check it out y’all, come on, come on Just keep the
just for frontin, you got me bustin two nines with one hand tied together or somethin Ain't no mistakin we takin your trap In case you niggaz didn
Drink yack till a nigga fallin out [Busta Rhymes] Flat on his back now watch a nigga crawlin out, talk to me [Pharell] I said Busta (whassup son?) You leave
inch) Watch myself (and use some sense) So I did (hey) It didn’t do a damn thing But a case to complain, so now I sing (it’s just another case of that
busta rhymes now, flipmode now, check it See we in two-thousand-and-three already, catch up to us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah, huh Now motherfuckin case
in ashtray In case you run short on cash Here's a map and here's a bible If you ever loose your way Just one more thing before you leave Don't
'll go in the cell Just send my son mo' dough in the mail Oh well, but I got god on my side so I'm beatin the case
