well, the clock says it's time to close now i guess i'd better go now i'd really like to stay here all night the cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
sugarlight we're addicts why do you think we came? he's pasting gold leaches on my arm we sharpen up our teeth white sugar he speaks french memorizing
there's laughing outside we're locked out of the public eye some smooth chords on the car radio no hard chords on the car radio [x2]
been telling lies? there are no angels there are devils in many ways take it like a man the world's a mess, it's in my kiss [x4] you can't take it
someone clean to chew on a wife that no one likes he called and they said all of new york is a tow-away zone he paid sixty dollars on 12th street today
: she, had to leave los angeles all her toys wore out in black and her boys had too she started to hate every nigger and jew every mexican that gave
Yeah, can't stop, can't stop, yeah What?s up? What?s up? What?s up? What?s up? Yeah Yeah, comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot Black Air Force 2's and the
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up What chu was goin? do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking
me Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap [Ludacris - Verse 2] [Talking] Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA
spots, man I was a dope man, dope man I tried to tell em i could never be a felon, i was too good at sellin Crack, X, Speed, and Heroin - fiends used
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world
riding with my (angel) Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She
Bounce with me n be my fantasy, a magic love so bright its got me .... Bounce with my and be my fantasy tonight hold u tight Bounce with me n be my fantasy
enough to see a deepthroat But she won't see a dividend like 3 times [unverified] And that's triple X rated, 'cha know? My bitchez only want the weed, some X
Watch your back because the next man is coming And you don't know if the next man is dumbin Survival of the fittest waht it is I got yo back, you got
Dodge this Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old school Barkley's Back to the fence, puffin' on that Bob Marley Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know
Lyrics to Certified Gangsta : [Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)] (R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that
Lord, let us live Yeah, Scott Storch Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican