I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit' a Benz" Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims I can't leave the verti-cal grill at the back of the ranch Got a phat farm
way, move, when big mama appear Just a back it up cock it up jock it up like she nuh care Sai she was one a di chear leada fi Chicago here Everything
come bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me Twista! (Chicago) [Twista] Like I gotta focus
got the Blues, that's me, that's me Well, I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled Weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital
care what you call me just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote streets like cold Chicago
you call me Just as long as you don't call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago
like me, shit I don't lose But you know me, Dogg I'm movin Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin
call me Just as long as you don't call me bro I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago
Dream, dream, dream Dreams in the night Take me back to you The day comes With it's friend The morning blues again
, love'll come back to you Love'll come back to you Love'll come back to you Love'll come back to you Love'll come back to you Love'll come back to you
a sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and a woman on my mind I match the man behind the bar about the jukebox And the music takes me back
a Jew, I'm losing my religion I speak to God directly, I know my God respect me 'Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me I ain't knocking
dollars worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald
a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me Who's got my back when the cops harass me New York, L
radiates I grab the mic my voice resulates and penetrates I make the B boy emulate A buck-fifty still swinging like a heavyweight Me and the lounge about to levitate You don't believe, let me
Word up, introducing next You know, acknowledge the great My muthafuckin' man J-Love [J-Love] Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker Call me
coming He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind
Tahoe Bravo, make, make, make it clap, I'd break, break, break ya back Then tuck, tuck, tuck you in so you can take, take, take a nap Then back to makin