CHORUS Who keeps our life between the lines? Tell me who's at the wheel? When left is wrong who steers it right? Tell me who's at the wheel? Here in
Who keeps our life between the lines? Tell me who's at the wheel? When left is wrong who steers it right? Tell me who's at the wheel? Here in this great
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a prisoner smoke Camel's Got blacked out tints, Niggas like who is that? I give a hatin' nigga 2 shots where his ribs at Ya better not snitch cause I
at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the
New engine new paint aint them d's spinnin Love rims, love Lakers, who I love winnin, love women Spinnin grindin since the beggin no mo limits Drom tops cuttys on 4's
, "If there's a God how can nobody see Him? And if He's mad then how can I appease Him? Give me a reason to believe Him or receive Him My season is forever
watch my own damn back When I ??? him It's Freeze so you won't be fade him The top to get the drop and where I stay It's the stadium Nuthin' beats the
see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph) [Chamillionaire] Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who
s in a whole nother zone Still true to his roots Stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him Ya'll stay in cheer for him Got up out the game and
will come, take a ride through the country. (Verse 2) Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he's country, and he's rappin' we gotta play him, folks been waitin
will come, take a ride through the country. (Verse 2) Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he?s country, and he?s rappin? we gotta play him, folks been waitin
smooth way of I flow My words and my tracks She's hoping we can spend a night at Somewhere that's warm and cozy...why not She's been wanting me since
took It's on the book, ain't no comeback when O's get cooked They say who done that, the mystery Hoes involved who tried to ball Who caught the shot
a blockstar! (Papoose, Pa-poose) [Verse 4: Papoose] The lucky guy, who always win at the dice game The neighborhood wino, we all give him change The dude who
a cop was bustin at me but missin (You stupid nigger!) Yo, who are you dissin? Then I thought to myself I wanted to choke him Oh fuck it, the Dee will smoke him