's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it, Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it, My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real
outta there by one o'clock, aight? Call me back and umm, give me confirmation I'm ageless, pageless, only want me for that thing Hang up the phone, wants to let it ring
time Watched that diamond sparkle I drew back and I let her fly And in less time than it takes a tear to fall Oh that old ring went under Lord, and
than what? More hoes than who? Can't na nigga ball like Mr. Man and Boo Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suit Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed
to get that golden ring upon their hand In the middle of nowhere there's a nobody tryin' to get that 15 minutes of fame Someplace there's a superstar thinkin' Lord
to you, Roxie And I'll appear in Lavaliere That goes all the way down to my waist Here a ring, there a ring Everywhere a ring a ling But always in the
fat JB, Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each, No leaves, they're clipped clean, But the few they hit the bing, Then my phone rings,
Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new We in the cell too We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How
tells me that he knows just what I need he's "been there before...and back again" but with that fancy suit I find it hard to believe he says the Lord
I read the Ride report Class C cold me down with the plastic That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite
up a boulder. Now, one day, and I believe it was on tuesday, a man in checkered double-knit suit drove up in large el dorado cadillac leased from bob
the rabbits are a jumping in the hollow I'll be there you can bet your bottom dollar If the good Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise If the good Lord
are a jumping in the hollow I'll be there you can bet your bottom dollar If the good Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise [ guitar ] If the good Lord
we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush Knockin' and poppin' and poppin' and sockin' And rockin' dawn 'til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
her hand Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato Three piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit
pass the plate, pay your tithes Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray
or two, When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo. And here comes this ghost, lookin' ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goin' clank, clank
get loose, Lord Akil get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Lord