Slave to my job the wage the paycheck. A noose of dollar bills on every newborn, from the nursery to the grave. Sick of being nailed to a social security
your everything as long as it's free I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love I want your drama, the touch of your hand I want your leather
It's time to take this thing to another level! Let?s go! Let?s go! Let me see you get hands up! Let me see you get hands up! Let me see you put your
Raekwon] Visual visual JB Yo 'Ye whattup Raekwon You got stacks like the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes
doesn't want the company But there's something in the air, they share a look in silence And everything is understood Susie grabs her man and puts a grip on his hand
locked up" Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
lookin' for some fun Looked me in my eyes and told me, I was the one I said, "Why?", she said, I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would
West Coast Gotta let this drama go Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks The faster, the better, blood, leather
should embrace their inner freaky freak Don't be scared, don't be shy, yes, you gotta let it be I can give instructions if you like to, like to hear me speak Let me see those handcuffs off Let me see that leather
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that
don't trust a soul so I ride alone I keep my eyes in my rear-view ridin' home See, I'm ready for whatever, understand me Any situation, whatever the Lord hand
turns up on my shirt so i follow to a back room were she at oh, shes there in a stance and she held out her hand and said gimme pound gimme pound gimme
She wakes up in the morning With a pain in her jet black head A decaf coffee in her hand And a Marlboro red She drives down to the office In her Japanese
on my shirt so I followed To a black room; were she at? Oh, she's there in a stance then she held out her hand and said Gimme pound gimme pound gimme
she turns up on my shirt so I follow To a back room were she at Oh, shes there in a stance and she held out her hand and said Gimme pound gimme pound
should Embrace their inner freaky freak Don't be scared, don't be shy Yes, you gotta let it be I can give instructions If you like to, like to hear me speak Let me see those handcuffs off Let me see that leather
