and shit Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip trying choose which freak Can drive the whip you know the five double oh you know how it go You know
like a man you got's to be real If you hangin' in that third, you best's be out to kill 'cause we walk by, fight by, drive by to Hang a forty five and
[Verse 2 - K'Naan] I drink poison Then I vomit diamonds I gave you mandela, black dalai lamas I gave you music You enthused in my kindness So how dare you
playin for my ? kick back have a laugh while you complain about your life girl you hate mac & you say you gon fight its all good bro, you entertainment for the night like ima be mad, you
in between you need to eat, you need some wheat You needs to heat, the beat 'Cause you's a condone savage street to shit You got to mash to sleep a week
do Turn a small night into a big mornin' for you I get more pleasure outta pleasin' you I won't cum till you cum, it's all for you I don't mean to be
Oh nothing can stop you Can't stop you, can't stop you, can't stop you Good job Get 'em up way high Gimme gimme that high five Good times Get 'em way
a cuttin' the jams and making it free For you to party ya got to have the movies So we'll get right down and give you the groove For you to dance you
Man of steel, you're so cold Dirty Willy with your heart of gold Man of steel, you're so cold Dirty Willy turns led into gold He's got a limousine and he drives
the world, gush some love and curse some more Now you know who I've been crying for (Now you know who I've been crying for) He threw his medals in the
ripe for the killing I say hit me wit' a stack, let me live, let me do mine Let me be aight when I rest in the night If you want it, you can get it
mobbin' I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something
's a future carryin' my name on it Sayin', hey man, you gonna stick around here, you better get on it If you're gonna stick around here You better make
ahead, get that money, get that money I ain't going to let nobody see you I got your back, baby, I got your back You want five? You only got two On one
day but don't live for tomorrow Things we be doin' for money Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live it ain't funny, no, no
be the soft spoken So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment? Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin I rock for the few chosen, who got
you-- --who's the real divine? -- --you like that-- --freddie foxxx-- --let me tell you-- [verse one] I be all in you like you disrespected space in
wants to eat like it's play-dough, you shouldn't, 'cause that shit be bad for your health, take one look at her and you'll be screaming for help, call
