[Gift of Gab] I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind And a 20/20 eyesight; big mouth yappin Crystal clear ear competition mere child's play When I'
s like my lifes a song and everyone knows it if my lights are on then everyone?s home and that?s a serious shindig a guaranteed fix cause even 20/20 motherfuckers
the empty bag Holly Hood in a slip knot Moma's boy chopped up in a C block No pipe but I do smoke weed though A 20 sack got a bomb-ass endo Did it once
I spent 20 years tryin' to get out of this place I was looking for something I couldn't replace I was running away from the only thing I've ever known
the clip spark Swiss duck caught the duplex, navy blue lefts The lady blew tecs, talkin' 'bout who next Daily ain't do sex, the crew flex, cruisin' through cess 20
[Hook:] Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone 20 inches on
so comfortable you took advantage of the whole Situation all that shit you makin it was cuz of me We was cool for all those years but I was blind and
t familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin When we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block
't even follow And I know, that things will get better someway somehow and I smile Cause I can see you clearly now If love is blind then hate has 20/20
catacombs She sniffing golden grams For stolen moments When the rain hit home Spiral ice steps, see-through sofas Ice cream mountain Raspberry ways She's 20-20 blind
m slug crazy Or how I'm a thug maybe From a drug baby I need more than just a slight high I mean father I'm blind out my right eye Don't mourn and cry
've lost her, oh what will I do I bet you're not happy if she's there with you The eyes of your heart will have trouble like mine 20/20 vision... 20/20
heart blind Invaders of the heart Are playin' with my brain Invaders of the heart Are drivin' me insane Are messin' with my mind Make your heart blind
(feat. I-20, Tity-Boi) [Hook: Chingy] Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) All my fly day numbered, hustlas
[Verse 1:] No buddah bliss She musta missed it Still bangin wit the anger Kissed a soul sanger Class of 78 sunset strip Cause I been outta high 20 years
gets swings 1st time rhymes played me off like Sacramento Kings 3-6 for the 9-6 1 move my rhymers with the times Wit no crimes or pantomime No great pretender spenders 20