such thing as the perfect road Sometimes there's bumps and sometimes there's tolls Even though we don't feel like paying them We still do it just to get there
thing as the perfect road Sometimes there's bumps and sometimes there's tolls Even though we don't feel like paying them We still do it just to get there
Jean genie Walkin' down the aisle Oh yeah, all right But I got no Mary Jane There's no Sloopy or Dancin' Queen I'm just a fool in the rain Waitin' on my Billie Jean
Wait, do you see my heart on my sleeve? It's been there for days on end and It's been waiting for you to open up Just you baby, come on now I'm trying
(feat. Jean Grae) [Akir:] Hmm, come here [Jean:] Heh, stop it! [laughs] Stop! C'mon [Akir:] I'm sayin.. let's go [Jean:] Nah, stop askin me to go away
I like to eat food, too. (uh-huh!) Spray a nigga block up when I'm in the mood, too! (run that!) Blow a blunt, get a drink whatever soothes you! (whatever
got your ass on camera I was riding hard, like Humphrey Bogart, with this freak named Leah Even though she was in the dark, no one could see her, get
to do We're known to bring the hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha There
make it so you can't fuck with this Cause I want a new car, plus a pound just to twist So get up and get out, get a pen write a verse nigga Do what you
Check it check it check it yo c'mon [Lyrics] I been around, I been around I been around town Sounds you know I'm down That many cannot get down But
so my crib got chinchilla hips I swear come take a feel yo chill in there well the liquor might spill in there I got a movie room we can make a film in there
Didn't you get my Facebook post? It's been two whole days And I ain't heard back Did you read to much into my note? I like your cool tattoo But Norma Jeane
And his father was born here, and we all here, livin in fear My peers are either dead or in prison for years How many generations, get caught, in a perpetuation
[Buckshot] Get ready for this, stop ya pettiness Steadiness, keep the barrel aimin at the mist Un-mist the clouds, amongst the crowd Somebody put out
get it' Right, wavy hair, all my niggaz is polic' You stay off the roof, or jakes see the crib No snitchin', this Amityville detention Might fuck around, get
x2] Underground Hits we gotta raise the stakes While you cats praise the papes We amaze the the greats,phase the fakes upstage the snakes,get paid get
talk heartless but game straight harmless Snatch your mic out your hand Leave your fingers harmless We rottweilers, while y'all be the tires You need to retire Fucking with Toronto, get
