Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
midnight The safety's off the toaster and my shadow's by the moonlight 'Cause data's on the levels and the Lo is on the EQ My stamina is sugar and it
that never ends The sweetest thing I can't get enough is never enough I know that without him I wouldn't feel like this Nothing ever makes me feel like this Wouldn't
Then Boldy factored a did To know the cash that Im flippin 6 o's gon get stashed in the ceilin 6 o's in traffic Im pinchin this o And that one get split
is it true The common ground for me is without you? Or is it true The common ground for me is without you? Oh is it true There's no ground common enough
, Murda Muzik the movie, the LP Yo, it's straight up Dunn, it's like this straight up yo peace to N O Y D H A V O C, nigga what , G O D, Ty Nitty, Gambino
nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born
is G L O R I I I, G L O R I A Gloria, G L O R I A, Gloria, G L O R I A Gloria, G L O R I A, Gloria I was at the stadium There were twenty thousand girls
you over there Keep the L up, 'cause I don't care You can throw your sticks and you can throw your stones Like a rocket, just watch me go Yeah, L-O-S
cause the word is never gonna come out, Now, L.O.V.E's just another word i never learned to pronounce. Tight jeans, Double D's makin' me go [whistles
epy Straight E-bees, H Bendels, Chanel This is L You doin' a lot of frontin' But that ain't hard to tell You tryna flip me Naw, B, that's T Aha, we
one day raise a C H I L D Broke my heart when you didn't wanna be with me And all this time I was a fool in L O V E Why, why would you make me feel
holdin' handguns to toke on Uptown with Big L watchin' over He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder (Look over there) I don't care 'cause I
rhyme since eighty-nine It's all in your mind but what's yours is mine Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes Now it ain't a nigga who could
wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip I'm far
ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it Niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it Beef is beef whenever the shit occurs If it's real, it's
, word is bond we, whoa Alumni bitches, word is bond we, whoa N C S C, motherfuckers is, whoa My nigga buck wild, word is bond he, whoa Uhh and that's