... In the nights.. your brain is out when the cocaine... Again I know my men got life out the game, Don't stop so pull the weed out tonight's... Yeah
like the city of Gods We be screamin out "we gon' make it" but I pity the odds I'm like knock out Ned when I pop out led But I even been around to
you know no one denied you The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too They didn't win but I must admit they tried to Look like we talked
the cops out to get sucked Back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming Found a book on magic in a garbage can Looks at the pictures, looks up at
ridin out No lights, no cam, action - drama'd out ?? out, absorb the shit that I'm about Inner-city Bruno, ghetto folks, holla out I'm good money, tell
Yeah) I'm manhandling rappers with no effort, So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure, Guillotine flow who ready to get severed nogga In or out
hoes Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet What's my name? So magical
Girl, she used to dance at magic city The other girls couldn't be half as pretty You look so sexy when you grab them Ooh, oh, yes Sugar, good Lord,
C'mon, uhh, uhh I guess he's back 'urr derrty, S-T-L derby I'm like Magic to Kareem, mayne you tell me I ain't Worthy I ain't speakin 'bout a jersey,
or somethin', ya just let me know We ain't 'bout no game Now when I say we I mean the whole St. Lou We good, good thangs (Good, good thangs) Ain't got no problems 'bout lettin' 'em loose Ma, I ain't got no change Big spaces out
club I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp i'm throwin it up I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her Verse 1: (T.
'll see you later Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girl Take a ride around the town and try to look for her Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you
the winner Bitch, it's internationally known I picture in my mind, you look nasty in thongs You probably do it just like you dance You 'bout to bust out
a rap and they took me to jail Pulled out my bank and made bail This is my story, it could not wait It all started out in the Golden State California
you look so good, and your so fine Young tender, would you be mine I get you in my car, drive you to my house 'Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out I
on your scene and strokers. {Bridge} And whistle while you twurk (twurk) gotta make that money for sure (sure) you got some nice lookin titties body look
it girl Makes you satisfy You might be the best That I've ever had It's gotta be good girl 'cause it looks so bad Ride my rocket Wear me out Ride my
[Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn