card To buy your love I don't need no Cadillac To match your leather gloves 'Cause I am going crazy When I take your hand I need your attention Not some blank
it blank kiss my ass we gone get that bag, oh true when we rock that, man came in the game leather on tight I'm, tight and my ?? smooth like leather
(new shit) Fox Boogie '97 (Fox) Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah) Yeah Brook-lyn yo Verse One: Pretty Boy 20 foot celeings with that rough leather
swagged up It's the gangsta grill These boys be I'll Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up [Verse:] Jumpin out my beamer like a stuntman on a stunt Though my leather
He casts himself as an adventurer, all foot on floor and hell for leather; She never told him what he meant to her- Perhaps that's for the better. She
Hill Street Blues Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat See we wit nothing to prove have Nothing 2 Lose Never let a chump step on your black leather
Dressed in black, no turning back We blanked out on the Great White Way Fingers in desires crack We'd bridge and tunnel into day Abandoned to the salt
I got a deep anonymous bottomless pit dealt to my psychy, bank full of whata??s stitched on the left side of my Nikes, blank man fill me in but you will
in the holst) Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin' the ghost (Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6 Triple black leather, six-speed, with
people in place, every never is now, every never is now Find a base, hold your space like a Spartan Never fill in the blanks, let 'em hang in the ranks
Shallah, they gonna get your's play it calm Seventeen five was the total plus the five, Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling Yo, he blank rubbed
Hair blowing in the hot wind, Time hanging from a clothespin There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal I smell the leather of your new car Drive
Hair blowing in the hot wind, time hanging from a clothespin. There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal. I smell the leather of your new car, drive
at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range ya
screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' nger Point blank I smoke
it happen and it's ment to be, Just let go, But I can't this shit keep itchin me like, Them niggas outta line how they came through, Shot em in his face point blank
switch monkey style, flying horsemen Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men I be the Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather Wig, gold chains
the Hill Street Blues Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat See we wit nothing to prove have Nothing 2 Lose Never let a chump step on your black leather