and I always eat free Got the same birthdate as thomas crapper For christmas I bought the old man the clapper I'm so dapper u can call me dan But they call me round eye
I pack it clickin clackin T start spittin, they start subtractin No retreat no surrender never take me alive Got the game in my vein and the killer in my eye
got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support on the belt Doin' 90
war, 'cause the rule is the law An' the law that we live by is to stay true to self In this case, beady eye, why try? Everybody lie About the block,
If you don't got cash you wont be gettin no ass And if you don't got loot you wont be knockin no boots Verse two: Girls of the 90's ain't nuthin but
If you don't got cash, you won't be gettin' no ass And if you don't got loot, you won't be knockin' no boots Girls of the 90's ain't nothin' but crooks
not sittin here waitin for him to come back - naw! Soon as I spot him I got him, I'ma run up and drop him Get that P-90 poppin, nigga hold that - uhh
man, this is how i do it skeeza non-believers know that writer be grimey i'm as scariest as central park night in the 90's wrist icey and shiny (bling
It's hard being this good Yeah Uh Yeah I took a stand in the 90's Shook but heard turnin' it The fact that Shaq could leave a cold track burnin' Even
{Lil' Wayne} We back Yeah.. The flow's on me and i promise baby I'm in my zone Wizzle, come on.. Verse 1 {Lil' Wayne} One 90 proof Subline in my shiny
did it, how we made this music groove your very Soul, soul Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90 Thou, wow, somethin your
Hit the North My cat says wheeeee-ack Hit the North 90% corn-pone and hayseed, guaranteed Computers infest the hotels Cops can't catch criminals What
She Said I Caught Her Eye The Day Her Daddy Hired Me On She Dropped The Hammer On That Mustang, Like A Bullet We Were Gone Love At 90 Miles An Hour's
Welcome to Inglewood, California Hey, hey, hey What you got to say Fast bitches, fast cars, money and fame This rap shit is just like the '90's dope
' for attack Who gives a fuck? Bring your posse 'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin' kamikaze Inside, there's no flipside Outside there's more than meets the eye
Dirty Bastard] An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme? Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel The year 90
mi want sum grades. So mi buy a 90 bag rounda big yard. [Bridge] ... Tell badda dan go find me Di man wit di gud weed fi Mi eye
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 Yo it's me Left Eye not about to settle for anybody wit' A thang about me havin' to party My life's havin' fun takin' a reason addin'