Free, yeah, to pound the lost streets You're free, what a strain it is to stay curled Free, yeah, to join the obsolete Free, free, free, free When
come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride
on serving, Dreams became reality became slogans The workers terrified the bureaucracy, Free love terrified the bourgeoisie, Imagine the hilarity, "Free love is neither love nor free
dash for the cash and designer clothes [Chorus: Trip Lee] Forget about the cash, Forget about the clothes Forget about the stash, Forget about the dough Forget about the cars
double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County. [Someone else commenting] "We think it's the banning of free speech. First Amendment
little sun [ Brother Marquis ] Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin' On a mission, not knowin' where I'm goin' It's a free day, and I got free
I tell a girl how it be if you comin with me you gon' be comin for free I see the yella bone stars, hoppin out block cars at the club top knotch lookin
crooked cops marijuana, label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars
sellin them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the switch Retired from the life that never gave me shit With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss And wonder how we came to this I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free I can't take what she
'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen
try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen
leap Take that Maybach, snatch that fo free. Push his face back! ("NIK BEAN! ") - Atleast 'bout fo' feet Fuck that peep shit! - Rip him into pieces! Ya cars
illustrate Day-to-day pigeons poppin all that junk About the dollars they makin, a half a ki in the trunk Mobile phone in his lap and ten cars in the
[Hook] The cars the jewelry, the clothes (it's nothing) The Prada the platinum, the Rovers (it's nothing) The mansions the jets, the dro (it's nothing
my soul I'm a man of my own STOP BITCHING Doncha understand I do what I want STOP BITCHING STOP BITCHING Jersey girls 'n' fats cars Freakouts 'n' go-
me all them dollars baby you can have me (eyh'yeh'eyh) Simple things in life are for free I like the di-diamonds I'm a material girl you see Fast cars
your life man the quarter pasce choris gonna take for me reight a bout now (chicken sound) [chorus] God has (come on) smiled on me he has set me free
