a No Limit soldier But I got the old maid crossover, 'bout it, 'bout it Don't get it wrong I love P but I'ma take him to the lane We can even have Pen
skinheads bowling Take them bowling Take the skinheads bowling Take them bowling Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (Got big lanes, got big lanes
with patronizes me like a superhero then treats me like a villain But only vampires wear capes, only pharaohs are fed grapes And only liars believe the truth All the Lois Lanes
[Lyrics by Jack and Chris] Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has
(*talking*) Young Chris, worldwide What we doing Ro [Hook: Z-Ro] Balling, when you see us in them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking
cars Sittin there wishin they problems became ours Cause we have nothin in common Since I done became star I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane
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
Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain You
. That Mean Cool And Dre Get High Like Planes Your Man Wale In His Own Damn Lane Can't Control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines
pretty boy I brought chris breezy with me I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin
(feat. Bow Wow, Hurricane Chris) Picture Perfect Hurricane Chris Bow Weezy Chris Brown Remix Goo You might've seen her on every cover Of every
'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!) [Chorus x2] [
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
my truck, we aint givin a fuck We carried a very face pace to 42nd place Snoop Dogg blew it and headed back to the strip In the left hand turnin lane
(feat. Chris Brown, Yung Joc & Jim Jones) [Young Joc:] Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors, Stuntin (stuntin) is a habit, get like me
(Aimee Mayo/Bill Luther/Chris Lindsey) She lived at the end of a little dirt road In a house where secrets go untold Barefoot in a cotton dress Dark
will lay in the casket Ha, cause you know I leave em hurt son On the Grassy Knoll. sniper rifle nerf gun You ain't ready for the crazy shit that Chris