Halfway gone, I'm halfway gone You were always hard to hold So letting go ain't easy I'm hanging on but growing cold While my mind is leaving Talk,
(COUGHING) P. Diddy~ Yo, this is the chronic Cherri Dennis~ Naw, thats that Purple Hayes nigga P. Diddy~ I like that shit
Stop what you're doing, get into this groove Can't you see the signs? Carried away on a wave of devotion With music pumping, the lights are shining so
Oh, yeah, smoke stack lightning Hum, hum, shine down on me babe Well, I know since you've been gone Oh I ain't no piece in my home Oh babe, I gotta go
Ah oh, smokestack lightnin' Shinin' just like gold Why don't ya hear me cryin'? A whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whoo Whoa oh tell me, baby What's the matter with
When you've get some weed and know where to smoke Take a tumb tack and an empty coke can! Put some holes in it and break up your bud Throw it on the
Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before I climb the stage
Roll the windows up when you get in the car And I'ma light one up Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar And a Philly blunt Every time I breathe it's
Backyard, rooftop, let's get dirty Feeling [Incomprehensible] by 10:30 Superstitious, so delicious I'm your smoke stack mystery Oh, oh Midnight playoff
For someone so young and naive Hard to know what to believe Still I thought I tried for a while Turning round and givin' up is not my style On my own,
[Collipark] Haha woo shit boy I'm tired as hell that's alot of ass shakin an wigglin whatever man we done drunk all this liquor I can't drank no more
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go ?round I heard that true Make things go up an' down I heard that's true I been through the full court pressure stage
Yeah nigga, West coast Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin' Nigga, G'z Young Gotti I'm like fuck a bitch and fuck you too It's so many different things
Yo, Fredwreck, turn this motherfucker up man So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit Some try to repeat my flow Others neva try 'cuz they know I told
Lookin? through a pair of sad eyes Never feelin? glad eyes Wantin? things they never had eyes In the middle of up stream Want the pictures in the green
You should be rolling up by now Locate your lighters It's prime time It's mister go left from the bitch Who can't find her right mind I'm squeaking past
[Juicy J] Yeah, you niggas about to witness somethin' You have witnessed before you know what I'm sayin'? *cough* All dat good shit yeah... [La Chat:
[Juicy J] Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice YouknowwhatI'msayin