all of my days All I want baby Yeah ha ha, check it All I want, all I need You in my life, loving me All I want, all I need You in my life Uh huh Loving
(T3) Yo, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with
all of that then we can get it poppin Cause I don't want no broke niggas no no I want the type of nigga who know how to ba-all [Verse 3: Nelly] My money long my
Now kick this one here for me and my city Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding You know where them killaz get right and rock a party
ain't no different now The world ain't no different now Never had a dime, my life a crime Had me when I was nine, mom drunk off of wine Ran with all
, yeah I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our points twice and skate outta town I need that glow in my ice, E-Class Ladies screamin
it up See the money ain't a thang So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on
huh, watch this y'all, uhh Watch this y'all, un huh jigga Watch this y'all, un huh, uhh Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea It's kid Capri and Jay-
the set You know the 'ave, where all the girls sweat Hit the switch, turn my CD on Toni Braxton; another sad love song Right out my garage, With my
court Different hustle every season like I'm playin a sport "Life is Too $hort, wouldn't you agree?" See, the best time I ever had in my life was free My
let me get that back While you're screaming Bobby V "You are my man!" Chorus (CyHi Da Prynce) You remind me of my hat Cause you always on my mind My women are like my
a spring at the top of my hat getting clowned I gotta pay my rent but my job ain't cutting it So now I'm drinking gin saying "Here's my alternative" To
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed my kids Would it fulfill all my family needs c'mon I treat the mic like the block, fuck with my rocks, and squeeze
chorus: all round and round! from the first to the last, it is in the? passionate clear shit! all my nigger want my.. the hip pop is dying out! ..my rap
like this club oughta thank me I hit the bar just so y?all can see I?m ballin?, HD [Chorus] (It?s cost me a lot) big chains, big whips with wood grain (It?s cost me a lot) My God, my
my older brother, we had to share a mattress no heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit, my daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit gang
of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked In my chair, in my braids, my hair wasn't waves Being fly was priority to the lowest I would stand on my desk just to