trust me I tried to be your one woman man But for every one woman there's a man, home man Saying, "Damn, I done spent six years in this shit The first two was cool
Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there
matter what we went through (do it a) It was me and my crew (let's do it again) And that's how it went (do it a) When we were kids (let's do it again
Right corner of the mitten The home of the Red Wings, Lions, and the Pistons First gate is for Chevrolet Detroit Michigan Saying what up yo, what up Joe? That's what
And send me up a hub to a state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or wait until my time served and get released Cool
about you watchin' every move you made I was young tho I think 3rd or 2nd grade I'd go home, write a poem, put it right to a beat What I would do what
in this world after one thing Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off
day that I remeember But i ain't ever tired of these kids like Angelina And Brad, I was a kid like Michael Jackson when I started to be bad But cleaned it up
on speed dial Man Verse 4:Soulja Boy Man im in the daze man, walkin past money in amazement eyes low from the Kush, similar to Asians J-Bar is up
rare (They wear the same clothes) Well at least they share. (Whata??s their name again?) Man eff it who cares, yall give it up for Julian and the strangers. Give it up
all these hoes tryna birdy these balls In the Porche 911 like emergency calls Man i just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up
take you anyway, what the Hell So come on, get on in the ride And let me take you to the other side I say, baby girl, what's your name? And tell me what
short stripper And she's just saying, it'll never work You know I'm sayin', what really It's like a motherfucker opened up a day turn And don't like kids What
, throw 'em up If you Dirty like the South, throw 'em up, you better throw 'em up My man Big Pun, hit 'em up My man Joey Crack, hit 'em up The whole
that fuckin' Volkswagen Enough of that God yo back to the chase Yo, man you should have seen the ruckus look on my face Slowin' down cruisin' on the cool
me sittin' on the roof Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof Hand on toes, 'bout to roast Some kids who flash like they assassins Picked up my dough
, plenty to smoke That's what I'm out here hustlin' for We all need to be strong for the ones we love Can't hesitate to help the next man up Pass the
've been blessed with this game We practice what we preach when it comes to breakin' hoes, man We do whatever we want to, you talk about what you wish