so pretty I get the call from the 315 They're dancing to the rhythm on the south side It's Friday night and I'm feeling alright And that's the bottom line
it I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time I'm the muthafuckin shit bottom line Fuck dis tryin to impress
life Drowning over my life I am afraid love is blind in a way I do not wanna drag you along to a grave meant for me Underneath every tree at the bottom
Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death And the pain as the rain with the
hectic Inspect it, your vest and got tested Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifested, protect it My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
it now only please you if I stepped out of line Oh I got a habit of falling back to the bottom again Yeah I got a habit of falling back to the bottom
way Check B-boys Zeb and Dedos for the intecrit display Of body rocking, don't sweat the technique 'cause he lock When he rocking, afraid from top to bottom
I got a third nut And look yo I don't care who you know Bitch what the fuck Get the fuck to the back of the line Lines of hoes sayin you's my cousin Like
2 - Lil Wayne] What is your fucking problem, Im from the fucking bottom I got a bunch of problems, and cant nothing solve them My room is full of demons, I aint afraid
you for any son Go fifth to fist in the mist they'll kick plenty rhyme Give me mine and you can have the rest or feel afraid of death And the pain as
a third nut and look yo I don't care who you know Bitch what the fuck Get the fuck to the back of the line Lines of hoes sayin' you's my cousin Like
got a third nut And look yo I don't care who you know Bitch what the fuck Get the fuck to the back of the line Lines of hoes sayin you's my cousin Like
A banker and a farmer discuss the bottom line It ain't rained and all the crops are dying on the vine Give me more time, you gotta give me more time
can't let each other know, and so nothing's said. but that's a cop out when you break it all apart and analyze the pieces, the bottom line is truth, what
N-ggas!) I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid