blow, your mind (blow your mind!) You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!) [Styles
t tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme
from the point And your girl from the d Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your
it does and why i don't give a fuck, whether i live or die I'm a paint this world a portrait of my mind, show em', if they deny it Blow em' past me the
a muthaf-cker Lil n-gga bigger than gorilla Cause I'm killing every n-gga that Try to be on my sh-t Better cuff your chick if you with her I can
activate your transistor Transmitter audio wears through your system Sub-sonic mega bolt base from the kickin' Ghetto blaster blastin' on your block
t yours Jealous of yourself, watermelon tellin herself Rather fuck around with a felon, more love smellin Fendi bag high-willie in jag, gorilla mag Blow you out the back, throw your
corruptin' my mind Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed We stressed, we stressed War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind
And I can see it in her eyes she was sick of this Let's see the sights, it's me tonight Let's leave him stuck home pacing Blowing up your pager, exchanging
(I love ya babe) But man im in a daze (in the daze) Verse 1: Roscoe Dash Roscoe Dash! Got my V.I.P and my winning wife while my mind is like I
the point and your girl from the D Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your
It's almost over hoe, she ain't no hoe Check out somethin' on my computer real quick P, I, M, P, A, N, D, H, O dot com It's Pimpandho.com fo' sho' It
to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush Now my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably
fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin To blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement Our style
't got no ho I was po but I wasn't po ho, 'cause I had one ho But we was leakin' 'cause the money was slow Coppin' blow means your goin' up and down
a while, so steel it in your brain My guerrillas'll bang, we are the Planet of the Apes Clips as long as bananas, throw them hammers in your face [Solomon
' yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin' Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams Discombumberate your technique and your
