[Hook] I just got home and I feel like a brand new day/ So I'm gon' roll 'till my wheels fall off/ I'ma take it one day at a time, snooze, I say That's why I roll 'till my wheels fall off/ I got called once and I bet it gon' happen again if I/ Keep rollin' 'till my wheels fall off/ You only live once that's why I suggest to my friends that they/ Roll 'till your wheels fall off/ [Verse 1] Glass house, candy painting, low ridin' twenty-two's/ Run up on my old schools, see what the semi do/ A hop out, corner store grab me a O.E./ White-tee dicky sagging G-Unit sneak's/ Twelve-inch cross-fires, you can still hear my speakers/ Dre started gangsta rappin' niggas still sleepin'/ Cashville Ten-e-key, Compton still got 'em cheaper/ Feds on next tails we still carry beepers/ Stash hold everything fire arms, cocain, Drive-bys leave ya brains hangin' like my gold chain/ Ten G's on you fitted, f**king with my dope game/ Ski mask, climbing through your window like Bro, man/ In the hood fiends snitchin' on niggas for quarter rock/ Everybody on the floor, face down, gun shot/ All black bandana, infared, pass the glock/ Phantom in the drive way let the motha'f**kin' neighbourhood watch/ [Hook] [Verse 2] Homie let the D R A M A pop/ 'Fore a nigga clap back somebody gotta take shots/ Eighty-four magazine for that Benzino shit/ Don't believe the hype, Dre the Chuck D. in it/ Aftermath, G-Unit, Shady rap politics/ Eat this beef shit, load up hollow-tips/ Boys, I cock back forty-five, swallow shit/ Lift niggas souls up like a hydrolics switch/ All I know is gangbangin', bandana's, poppin' clips/ Ass out, three-wheelin', bangin' two 'pacalypse/ Hood rat, model chick, six-four impalla shit/ G's up, hoes down, make bitches swallow dick/ Suck me, Eminem, 50 Cent, Dr. Dre/ Young Buck, Lloyd Banks, D Mack, Big Fate/ Free Tony Yayo, suck him out of G-Unit/ Tell evil-kenevil nobody stuntin' like he do it/ But nah/ [Hook] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
