't go chasing dreams that you can't follow Because I'll be there I swear you'll be home this time tomorrow Knowing I'll be there, 'cause, I'll be there
go chasing dreams that you can't follow Because I'll be there I'll swear you'll be home this time tomorrow Knowing I'll be there Cause I'll be there
I'm waxing old ladies out their underwears I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm "giving, it to grandma making her crazy" Well I might be a white boy but I
diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best friend Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor And then I'll talk about
the hammer I see your forehead it will see the handle We'll eat yo money, We'll feed you ama Ammo/ Wammo I will enjoy, I am nuttin if she slutty Just
Dominic thinks that I'm a dick Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers And I don't think
out there its fire what's really good I need ta get on this album I can't be late man what you mean (I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas what you
road I walk or drive by reminds me you?re gone Ill do my best to keep my head, So long as I?ve got you then I?ll be fine Outside the clouds are yelling And I
Mr. E is who I be OG fo 93 Studio BGs gets no L O V To the east i'm feelin hap Was the hap white black As I get funky then a jit jack Then George Clint
sunday I`m riding through the park with my white six bloody Thinking 2 myself/What the fuck is this? I grab my motherfuckin shit/Load the clip and then I
flare I'll have you role round, frickin up with the chair See I don't fight fair na I don't fight fair Gucci Mane'll put that ass in intensive care Matta
dating, Cause I'll serve anyone like a blind waiter, I'll make my girl cum first then I'll arrive later, I shake your pussy's up, I'm her vibrator, haha
hot Man, I be spittin like these niggas is dead Cause I'ma get my money, these niggas is dead So what, I be hype, I be ready to buc From the closet,
I'll make ya shit tigher (Nigga!) Nah, I won't be in tha presence of this peasant He talkin' bout {?} , but he sho' is {?} I ain't even gon' talk about
the fuck I'm gonna do I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin Buildin' up my rep to be one of the five greatest
son, and I'll lay back In the bed, I'm fed, peace is lethal Instead you stray away misled people I feel ashamed to know you There's nothing that I owe
I'm a drug dealer, 'cause I wear a beeper. But if I wasn't black, and I talked all proper, they probably think I was a doctor. I try to have the finest
