Texty:
Game The Still Cruisin

never the silence. I'm on the rise with a gun, here I come, nigga there no muthafuckin' where to run. Fit to get ya some of this rap game. Leavin' no

coupe you been fired smooth criminal, no prior's man in the mirror, check no liar still like that butterfly like Mariah show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise

nights I go to see her And sometimes she lets me stay Since she found Jesus She?s always tryin? to save my soul Yeah, but every now and then she still

stop Diddy, let's get it Whats a bad boy? same as a goon before i step in the room you see a sign sayin: Diddy comin soon haters im still dancin, young

breathless Paint shinning brite like morning breakfast Once I slide up in the party, pull the best fits Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game

the nasty ass cuts Young Gipp, still around the corner in the hood Gipp, still runnin' down in the wood, Gipp, still ridin' out like vogues Gipp, still cruise

' ain't he, go ahead daddy I'm slammin' Cadillac doors White drop top wit the brand new vogues Laced rolex still spittin' the flows How can I retire still

start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break I pull out my old white too $hort tape I'm playing "dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits Trying

, niggaz wit some guts Plots an set up shop, wit Dru an Yuk My lick mates, 100 percent hustlaz, games an heists Quick to lick a niggaz house on bikes Twice the game