niggas shut up at the mention of a plea. They rather be apprehended and keep quiet then to be, On the stand jeopardizing an inch of their loyalty. Pick a lane pick a lane
Got you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page I can picture us switching lanes in the coupe With you on the phone screaming my name (Chris
you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page I can picture us switching lanes in the coupe With you on the phone screaming my name (Chris!)
'oooo' Louis V. bag, Louis V. shoes Shawty got class, aint no need for school She got swagg, swagg, swagg like... No photos, look at her frame Bentley two those, switchin up lanes
, you was too soft to roll Talkin' 'bout you a brave Pac Nah you a fake Pac I get down and take blocks You bend down and take cock Cause Chris Lightys
(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Slim Thug) [Intro: Slim Thug] Working my wood, through my city Breaking boys off, every night and day And
(featuring Slim Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily) (*talking*) Slim Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the Boyz N Blue [Slim
Contact Calrissian Over a colt, the plan unfolds No politic is legit Back in the day When I was a slave Living life in the fast lane Like in a pod race
to 5 Typical lies I said more typical lies Only wanted to be by your side You?re making it hard to survive And these airplanes Flying in the fast lane
to for just one day of my life dedicated to my dead love From the lyrics of John Lennon the spirit of Bob Marley the mind of Amen Dasa the personality of Chris
Uh oh, uh oh Oh, oh They ain't ready for this Uh huh LT Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I. It's that new Pac yall Uh oh, let's get it, Oh! [Chorus: Chris Starr
humpback J, E to the A The L O U S suckas make my day, sucka But I'm a cotton-pickin' fool, I shoulda listened to Tony Lane When he told me to shake
you gon' let me fuck? I said when you gon' let me fuck? I said when you gon' let me fuck? Somebody Call Chris tucker up Call Chris Tucker up And tell
I'm hardly ever at home, You know things just couldn't be better, I have read it in my horoscope, I might take a walk past your house, for a trip down memory lane
, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over let Chris
throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over let Chris
[Chorus:] I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge. LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade. Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed. What happened to the
play this game Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit