like, There she go (there she go) There she go (there she go) There go that motherfucker. [Verse 3:] (There he go)... I'm doin' my damn thaaang (There he go
come to know Everything that glitters is not gold Well old Red he's getting older And last Saturday he stumbled But you know I just can't bear to let him go
I go to turn off my P-G-and-E Nigga and I got to actin bad and I got to flashin on a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there talkin crazy to me lookin
(feat. Red Cafe) [ad libs for the first 22 seconds] [Chorus: Red Cafe] Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
, so fly You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go), (there he go) There go that motherfucker
to take down Break down, tray pound, eight rounds He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one
up Finally figured out that hate is the new love But I don't see how you get ahead that way When you team up with envy like red cafe And all that blame
damn right I beat a bitch! This year the game 'gon let the crooks in Till the day that I die it's Brooklyn! [Verse 2: Red Cafe] It's R... I hope y'all
, a four minute warning Sasha stands in his yellow cafe Yes, the heart of the city is here, so he tells me Sitting on his red leather sofa, he's rolling
near the car There was nothing there where it should have been Just oil on dirt and tar Just oil on dirt and tar There's nothing there in the market
night long) (Verse 3) hey yo i dont nagociate r&b chicks want me to pocreate that lame over there yeah i know he hate just because he got a safe, naw he
the way he drives anyhow Thainks he's God's gift to waitresses he never gives 'em a tip Well I know what he's gonna do now he's gonna take out The tape
know Everything that glitters is not gold Well, Old Red, he's getting older and last Saturday he stumbled But you know I just can't bear to let him go
right... Grantaire [mocking...] Red... Marius I feel my soul on fire! Grantaire Black... Marius My world if she's not there... All Red...
seems right! GRANTAIRE Red... MARIUS I feel my soul on fire! GRANTAIRE Black... MARIUS My world if she's not there! ALL Red... MARIUS The color
I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake And sunning beside it quaint shore When are you
sold coke, clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out For trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
