Yeah, yeah Yes, Spaghetti junction Yes, yes Elope ski slopes Damn Yeah Check this out Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin' like
(oh, welcome to paradise) Boy you so bad, you so bad, oh oh oh oh True gentleman with swag, just sexy laidback, sunshine everywhere you go Boy you're
road to the riches he lost control About the eye of a needle I was often told If you stand for nothing then you'll fall for gold Then your actions all
side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified] Desperado, do work for new boy I pull out
son before I face that tragedy ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse Gone!!! (You seek out problems) (Looking
the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady Get that dough Reggie, me fall off
punk and I'm a boss boy, it's the U Cheeks And I ain't talkin' 'bout that nigga from 'The Lost Boys' The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall
to steal my ring I really can't say, 'cause I don't know why People out here droppin' dead like flies I used to see a home boy givin' five Now I say, "
will take your soul Trade it for a rock and do the same with your gold But if you think about it really it all sounds silly Smoked out Willie in his washed
's in the White House dealing Keeping the money out my hands, making me out to be the villain Humpty Dumpty looking at the moon, leaning on the wall Still couldn't figure out
You know I (Flow boy) Whassup? (Go boy) C'mon The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) C'mon (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in
and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with
a hummer full of bricks 'cause I know I'm the shit, you can believe that nigga Got diamonds and golds so I can blind these hoes I'ma ball till fall, spending
V, M O V E K dub, dropin' the dub, that's new TV The E M C, double E, no doubt Runin' the route, wakin' out, turnin' the party out We all fall from
, we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad
some heart It took some time for the heart to come But it's here, and everybody's in fear Crashin' through the door of that whore Bringin' a end to this gold
Wonderland Jack's serving Jill a bucket in his hand And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound, The turntables might wobble but they won't fall down