we drink this world away Like you I'm left alone to sit and think all day I always thought I'd turn out this way I'll never burn away Don't leave me hanging on
sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
see is gz So these groupies think they gonna get this alphabet from me So many cars I lost count So you can count for me Seven eight nine youll be countin
all got a cross to bear When it gets a little hard to care Just think of Jesus hanging there He came to town on a cold dark night A single star was his
the k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-king Uh get upa, get down Get on upa, get down Get on upa, get down Get on upa get down [Ice Cube] The jungle man is the king
what im sayin You cant count my shit, ya know [Daz Dillinger] I smoked Tora before I had an call Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star
her no love, she keep on comin back Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis The way I count stacks
to fly Universe flies by, I catch a ride Maybe we could hang together 'Cause I got these feelings for ya Gotta get my groove on tonight Stick around and jump on
do Cause that?s what those stars are saying And count your many blessings And sunbeams will shine They?ll give you light in the dark Lets get ourselves a head start
what you said So close your eyes and wacth the stars glow I like the face that is hanging From your pretty little head I like the way that it's body Lies on
s worth it I hold on because I get You for Christmas, you for Christmas Verse: I wish, on a star Though it?s far, you can see it too. And I hang, mistletoe
The records get large, and now they're stars Drive fat cars and lead an entourage Now all that's cool, but what about the kids around the way Who hang on
is king Knowledge My rhymes make A meak mind anorexic You can't hang without slang So eject it I've selected Rhymes for records To affect the effect Of the rhyme that left Hangin
out of place in this planet full of humans Recredit covered satellites raise up consumin I don't really know how many fish are in the pond And I can't count the stars on
block I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block I hang on my block, they know my name on my block And
Lil' Flip] down south I make em stop like DMX and lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx [Redd] down south every other ride is on twenty inches on a bad
take what I got, we gon box 9 times out of 10, I'ma knock yo motherfucking ass out Nigga I'm trained to whoop ass, and count cash Can I rock the mic,