funny yellow vest And that leather jacket and that leather bag And hat hangin' on the wall Just so it's not too much to carry be Could I see you again next fall
the pain with his sin Going to lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall See that man going in the bank with a blue suit? He's carrying a bag full
/ a??Je suis Marya?? in the chest, the depressiona?¦ she carries it/ Perilous! This air is under pressure/ Prayina?? all day then all night until the beads fall
scheme Rosa had a seat, I got a plan to eat So I stay on my toes like camel feet And just like that Domino's bag, my niggaz carry heat Niggaz wanna bury
three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where your heart is or fall off
? Me have to Hustle How can I promise me gonna change when me legal life is above my price range me have Hustle The law forbin me to carry a gun but
don So look at one of them camera let them know that it's on Gucci man hat, gucci man draws Just - so it covers my Gucci man pants, gucci man shirt That
dollars spilled to fill esophagus with cigarettes Philosophers plots to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation of ideas Children who won't talk at all Profits fall
't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that What would
but put me on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-er I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle this like my man Emilio, what y
She always carries a plastic bag Filled with latest organic food fad She?s in love with the fifties and god?s name is Elvis You don?t have a chance, she
couldn't see it Not the real man Said you was being In this relationship So many men Think all A girl needs Is to be sold A dream But I won't Fall for
t fall nigga we ball nigga army fatigue nigga weed up in my draws you don't wanna take no poor wreck in my hand holdin' your bag about ??? throw up your
Clair that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man he talks with his hand
have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand I'm the man
own damn hole And said don't spend a thing And carry on Leaving me alone Scratched on the stone: Pissed off and dead and free Crumb, a dying man What
strapped, still stackin a million Its double the stallion, somethin? Italian Or maybe Puerto Rican, you can catch me in Paris Im in it to win it, I'm willin to carry