[Hook] Fo niggas in the low rider Smoking gas, screamin' jet life when we go past I’m the one behind the wheel, mind on a mill Just wonderin' how long will it last
[Verse 1] Never been a square one from square one All about that there, K them layers Counted up away, fans fair I must say I’m feeli'n quite debonair on this speedin' boat in this night air Transport this cargo rare Just recorded these, rappin' like package keys Higher than the flyin' trapeze Might give you the roaches when I leave Closest you getting to smoking like G's Freeze, it’s AOB What could you do for me? Hard on a bitch, but we can’t all do this Some of you niggas a sip water whip, camera pimps I’m here to close the lid on all that shit
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[Verse 2] One foot in, one foot out I can’t get out, I can’t get in As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends Sail out with some niggas as my ship came in Now I’m smooth sailin' and they barely can swim Try vitola, Testarossa pop up head like showed him The road was golden and they didn’t know it Like you gave up when the race was almost over You could’ve placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on it That’s a luck, I can’t afford to give a fuck With all these bitches tryin' to get it I’m too busy livin' To be concerned with suckas who don’t earn What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you a learn As the world turn, the joint burns Time machine on date of 13’s, I’m the one stuntin' Sucka scared, better cop some insurance Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm
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[Outro: The Godfather] [Hyman Roth:] Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it. When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he's been blessed with, turn them over to friends. As a reward for the friends he's had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he's gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
