meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Now I've been a-lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find There's winners and there's losers And I am South of the
masterpiece I travel the land Me and my band We bringin' the church back to ya feet So wait baby Dont leave me, baby Say wait,baby Dont leave me, baby [2
me your love Dont you give me your Freida, can't you spare me a dime? I've got to give myself one more chance To ring the band that i know im in To ring the band
's almost finished packing It's over 2,000 miles- a lot can happen There's gonna be days and days of long stretches Maybe she'll come back to her senses It's
got my horn a-blowin I got the rubber burnin down on all fours..... Pull in the club we hear the band bang roll through the door everybody hey-hey's
band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother Forget these luxuries, I've got myself another buzz Now you don't see me, now you do Pretty s
the Duck is played by an oboe... Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a clarinet. He's just --- you know, he's represented by a
click-click Clack-clack, clang-clang, bang-bang-BANG! Your shit's been split down to the white meat Fuckin with these Cleveland Gs, yeah, it's likely
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland [2Pac] Hahaha what's poppin
) And though it was written (With that look in your eyes) Chorus It?s just the naked truth (Truly alive when I?m with you) It?s just the naked truth (
me, it's a master Piece Got the hoes scream my name Player life it's shame, in the turning lane In that drop top 5 flame Bentley on them 4's got me shittin
that 2012 black jag Lil Dre' or Lil Smook? 360 bands with the panoramic roof 360 bands, with the 360 bands With the 360 bands, with the panoramic roof(x2
da price, cuz my bank roll right Riddin on .....thats how we get it dog South...i was holdin 45 listen dog. 45 tickets stashed in my new dickies man, a S
u sill wille a millie and 20 uh man i pass out 50s an 20s i pass out 50s an 20s i pass out 100s and 50s we make more money than chemist, doctors, da
' me, diggin' me I see you looking at me you wanna know what's hap'nin' Do I work dem keys or dem P's is strictly rappin'? Hell I live that life, now
lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess with the further i go down south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don
got rubber bands My paper planes makin' her dance Get dirty all night, that's part of my thing Keep buildin' castles that's made out of sand She's amazin
girls with them high heels they got this party poppin This ain't no country club we bout to get this party rockin You got girls that's with the band