wit ya man if you want love you better Trying to get +Dirty+ like +Aguilera+ Yep, he's a skater the kids that's rhyming But I'm also young and rich wit
awake the kids Don't get too loud, got respect for you honey To keep it all real, you come second to my money And can you be my ghetto love prophecy? Everybody love
', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love
laptops Express mail it to me can't [Incomprehensible] I'm splurtin' for certain bris-pro workin' Searchin' dippin', curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin From servin' here Rob certain, I'm burnin' On my way
t no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get it Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This will be the realest shit you ever
to divide us, Time is running out, We don't have forever, Unless we break down, These walls, stand together, There is no other way There is no other way
angels The way we live, the way we die, What a tragedy, I'm so terrified. Daydreamers please wake up, We can't sleep no more. Love, don't make no sense
busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love '
, she grabs a knife Tempers esculate to a total rage Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-guage They call it mass murder, suicide BUT SOMEBODY TELL ME WHY THE KIDS
be duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an
, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way
lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like
love has a limit, yeah (say my love has a limit) Say my love has a limit (my love has a limit) Say my love has a limit (my love has a limit) Said if
soup and some woop woop Much love O.G. Big Snoop I sent a nigga a package, on Monday I got a G comin at'cha on Sunday One way, to do it, and that's the
and all kinds of bitches your way And when we touchdown There's no need to ask me, okay Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas
a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way, some how some way I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise, some how some way Some how some way
What's your life like, mines is kinda tight A long way from hustling, that shining light My people love the fans love me come all go If you ain't showin' love