i want and where i need to be i'm in too deep are you ready for me she said we can go to vegas write our names up in the city lights maybe this could
casino lights up a shimmering We made that Vegas stop And we laughed away our blues Now here's the good news Rufus walks off heels a kickin' With his baby right
man crossed himself three times from left shoulder to right. "He crosses himself not by our way" - noticed the fisherman. "Never mind. If only he fights by our
to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most (We came, to rock, for everybody) From city to city, coast II coast Friday
out Send two or three niggas on the coast Standing post with they glocks out No problems Just follow instructions everything comes out lavishly We'll solve 'em Our
on the corner sellin cocaine To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life You frontin like
to Hell A gladiator with tights under disco lights Blowin a harmonica, yo in Santa Monica in a Honda Named Bazzle, night fall the press crossdress your name
it We?ll make a name for ourselves, we?ll turn this place inside out Live it up while the night?s still young Lose our minds and our clothes Build a
the fight, where we can site This right, these niggaz is like "Wait, I'm heavy and might brake your oral with the horror that I strike." On page and on stage My name
re fresh Party rocker, non-stoppers, and our names are def The 'F' is for fresh, 'A' and 'D' def Behind the turntables is Dj Train Nixin and scratchin is the name
get no play Supersonic Supersonic Now he's the freshest DJ from coast to coast My man can cut and scratch, but I don't mean to boast He may be a little light
shit it's all done with game I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name But it ain't about that - Bitch I really doubt that Just turn the lights
sound of Christ Christ 116 our prayer to Christ was once lost then found now we down wit Christ In the dark hearts stop but we found the light now it's soundin right
it's going down right now. The proceeds from Grouch's album is going out to charity. Ha ha. Grouch ain't to racer! What? Saver! Aye peep this right
we stop right through the blocks, got pedo we got the glocks And you know we can't be stopped, baddest rolas ever dropped And we do it all the days, keeping up our
Fly, coast to coast yo check it it's all clear Respect is my currency, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there My name is Arabic/Canaan Got few chicks
prepare to drive in the outside lane and bounce on all traffic niggas in my midst only make me get graphic detailed description, funk overdose niggas from coast to coast
can take it outside if you ready to ride Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them West Coast