Child no kenri wa ii kimi yo taishi wo idake Asufaru to ni uchitsukerarete nariagaru koujitsu Adult no kenri wa ii kimi yo taishi wo idake Asufaru to
But on the other hand I know a man named Stan Who in the future had plans To be successful on his quest to Take his moms and pops out the ghetto But that
They'd rather see you in a hearse than see you come in first I'm gettin gouda my nigga, I'm havin paper my fella Man I get to it my nigga, man makin
become singers Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified Than to stand here and testify But, other than that though, we never get caught We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out
She smell herself, cause she sell herself like Honda's These bitches is bugged, all thugged out Cause I told her the ride was over GET THE FUCK OUT Get your Lugz out
do, man here come the pro-pro Freestyle King, and I'm so damn throwed though Wrist fully froze, with the princess cuts So much ice on my piece, look like a cooled cup Man
m colder than an ice pick I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this If you do not like this, I'll hit you with my right fist Man you got
Every time I yell I say J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A [
told the women of the world that the only way to win work out 'til you burn out and you'll get super slim i rushed her to the restaurant and called the maitre d
we get to be god's ambassadors man, so we hyped about that, we krunked, we amped. [Verse 1:] Yeah we amped up, repping the Savior, baby, we stand up Man
we drink the lawn [?] I'd buy a hundred room castle, [in Madrid?] and [b]arking[?] through the night with my man LC To be a [???] you got to be the best
yah go with me, just let me know I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out with the criminals
it on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
And if I was a rich man, I'd never been to sea, Could I take you anyways, Would you come with me, baby? And if I was a sick man, I'd never meant to be
never been Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your
Rich is a mack man, I'm flowin off the top now It's like this, I'm gonna bust a freestyle The J, the e, the d, the man that's producin me It's like this
And that's DJ Daryl's definition of lavish [DJ Daryl cuts up:] (For those that don't know: mail means money) [VERSE 5: D-Loc] Lavish to D is livin
