key in your hand Unlock the door to the future You hold the key in your hand The end of all the torture You hold the key in your hand Never say no one
It's an untrustful century So open up You hold the key in your hand Unlock the door to the future You hold the key in your hand The end of all the torture
s an untrustful century So open up You hold the key in your hand Unlock the door to the future You hold the key in your hand The end of all the torture
If you don't mind me saying so then why do you object Are you frightened of something you'll hear Have you no inhibitions are you basically shy And not
. F-U-C-K'ed up, and it's obvious. Smoke & henny in my chest, I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T. Put this CD in, then you'll see the sequel
a pension? And mention him, B-U-C-K Look on my grill, duke, do you see play? Nah, I come fully equipped One rubber, one key to burn rubber, one rubber
my goon squad wit me black tee's and a fitted thang joccin on dem haters jo-jo-joccin on dem haters u want problems i'll resolved em when i poppin at u
my last name Hamiltion and I'm so... WAY COOL! [Verse 2:] Janae said back in queens The reason her and Dorian would act so mean Was they thought u was boogey that's o.d
we gon strive, for the rest of our lives [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke] H-O-L-D, I-N-G Holding it down Southside, smoking a pound Controlling it now, yeah we got the key
to Pluto U = Kalonji The Immortal I'm talking to the letter U, as if U were a person, on an abstract avenue where I construe. The vowel moving U, into
Who gives a fuck? If I get caught all I get Is a slap on the wrist My license tooken is a bitch But I still drive with a D.U.I. Crash, see my passenger
O ah so u wan live go away ehhh Hey u, hey u, ova der, u hey u suh I talking to u i Ding Dong from Ravers Clavers i represent Africa i dont like U
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach living in expenses, 20 grand a week You know me, I be O-T,low-key Icy roli, smoke a O-z I'm a baby face
whole thing a key loyd buck fifty yo face no co creme its mad obituaries printed out like kincoes we gettin' money gettin' high nigga poppin' click o
characters comas, cappin crabs Chaos causin, clearly commandin Cee-Lo Cocaine capsule caps colored, capturin customer's C-Notes Confiscatin combinatin, countin cream capulatin Cockin calibur chromes creatin casualties compensatin (D
me where the fuck you'd be? Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours And I'd have seen Ren fuckin
