sweat your time away Too many nights, hoping for changes Too many days standing on the line Day after day, what are your chances? Too many days and too many nights
the block On ya box While you get off rocks And down heavy swallows Of scotch white label Put it on the table thun I could see it clear Not too many niggas
the way that I see it When I sit in that old blue chair That chair was my bed one New Year's night When I passed out from too much Malibu and Diet And
Thad] The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her Then I found out y'all was too many
Look, look, bitches say, I stunt too much It's okay 'cuz I can back it up Know you gon' let me do, what I do Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too 'Til
, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At
where a local boy like me is coming from: 3rd base, Dodger Stadium. 2nd base, right over there. I see grandma in her rocking chair. Watching linens
Velma Kelly] Hey, mama. Come here. [Roxie Hart] Velma Kelly? You're the Velma Kelly? You know I was there that night? I was there that night that you
dust livin' in a world where in nobody do you trust Then hush never became a major trade but us in major trouble 'cause we made a too many mistakes
couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair) But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, Lonzo's there Dying brains, dying bodies, too and from
flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her Then I found out y'all was too many dykers Now
s go [Black Rob] Like that Black gon' slide with Mike Jack Puff done remixed one hell of a track Put me on it I wanna know How many want it?
let's go [Black Rob] Like that Black gon' slide with Mike Jack Puff done remixed one hell of a track Put me on it I wanna know How many want it? Damn
sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor
to know where a local boy like me is coming from: 3rd base, Dodger Stadium. 2nd base, right over there. I see grandma in her rocking chair. Watching
the way that I see it When I sit in that old blue chair That chair was my bed one New Year's night When I passed out from too much Malibu And I woke
