, just ain't no way to tell You could see we make it together You could see the love look in our eyes You could see we make it together, forever You
be grawlin' Get the best of you Whenever I put my all in Have mamis callin' for the law, darling Jigga and Paulin ass drop coops with half the tops suppose
up The ruger, dump dump, bup bup And (They call it murder) Act stupid, the gat's shootin' We'll leave you there, leave you square Box style, box style
program Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Segante' in the glove box
, it's Chuck, get 'em from me, that's along shot The original 3's in a box with a card stock Air Aorce One, Rasheed Wallace the high tops, with the ankle
perfectionists, perverts and poets Haven't you ever heard of thea?¦ 1200 hoboes? We aren't vampires dressed like rock stars We build campfires and ride box
spot shit pop like rockets Head straight to the bar so I get my drink on Pound that shit quick and order another one People taking pictures of D-Loc the dog Bitches taking off their tops
protection program Till I'm finished, diminished Your entourage is my level Blindin' like the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil Pushin' custom drop-tops Keep Segante' in the glove box
my shit you get behind me, ya little lt-1 I'm runnin that shit call back up y'all stick like Savs together so get blasted and have matchin shit, bags together
stepping off in my section More graphic than X-Box, on Fox With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops Fucking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit together
