I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin mess Open hearts on the floor as I explore Rappers that wanted to be more than number four Number one's a
and the shottie ridin beside me I bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob me No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly Black Magic
mess around wit the curses So I'm a kick verses or a verse Soul brother number 1 here to kick facts Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks Your
their songs and see them standing there I guess it's crazy, hey but I don't care I wanna know I wanna know Must be a reason why I love them so It's like
texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love
Man I had a crazy crazy dream dogg. I had a dream I was in the nba straight playin basketball. Nba straight getting my ball on dogg. Can you imagine?
I didn't know that I made everything worse. You told me we were crazy in Love, But you didn't care when push came to shove. If you loved me as much as
back shit [Celph Titled] I make Evil Knieval music I come through stunting Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something something Baby I'm crazy, a crazy
the undeniable fact that every single morning My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut Every single mornin It was driving me crazy
We don't mean to be a problem But every time we start talkin' Somebody else got a problem But we say fuck 'em [Classified] I mix this like black magic
of it Is the night I love a songwriter, He ALWAYS writes a hit. I mean a monster, a standard, a super smash. Not just a number one. But the kind the
doin' 'em Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five? Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out! Watch the magic number
jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versace's, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic, funeral love
brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
ditty dumb dumb See, he's my number one fan, and I'm his co-D We Mickey and Mallory, Beyonce and Jay-Z +Crazy in Love+ in the back of the club With the
none a y'all By the time I started rhymin in the late eighties The drugs in Cali was crazy [Chali 2na:] Nine-teen eighty Nine's the number this is the
Trice] +Cheers+ the debut, the nigga the voice the career, it's all new (yup) You pupp-ular phew-ass niggas love your boo when I thugged in school (huh