Texty:
3 Eleven

I heard shots go off I'm a humble show-off I'll be beating when I roll off Pumping Jill Scott number seven in front of the seven-eleven Grab some magnum

hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop popstars like you, you need a dude like me to appreciate your wealth I know you got an elevator in your house

! on and off but the ending yet stick around cos the zeeko gots the sound Chorus 1: jeepers, creepers, it's the Sound of the Zeekers x2 Verse 3: Sha

"Cool.." - Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin

5'9") In style, (Without a doubt) (Yeah, come on) In style, (Without a doubt) (Ha, ha, ha, yo, yeah) In style, (Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9") [Verse 3

it down, put it down You know how I put it down, put it down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate

not your trophy, love breeds obsession [Chorus] Yesterday does not exist Tomorrow is made Today is all there is [Verse 2] Lust for advancement, personal development Mentally elevate

bars Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Method Man] I remember in the elevators

wings Believe I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor's door Heard the whispers through my enemy's walls Rode the elevator to the thirteenth