could be down for life Have a couple kids and make you my wife, baby You're beautiful, lady My beautiful, so wonderful, I love you so Oh, we could be down
so is the pipe And try tell Minisota, show us tha Vikings Inside so soft can't believe, it's not butter Snowman bitch did I stu stu studder Came straight from the hood, right
him Surrender There?s a man there?s a man down He put his heart on the line he didn?t care If she heard him There?s a man down, dying right now Talk
to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right now
bless me with the right guy, you can put me in his eye line Hurry up With my arms wide open, full of hope and Freedom to go wherever you are Nothing can hold me down
I get it, I live it to me there's nothing realer Just enough'll solve your problems Too much'll kill ya And when I leave I always come right back here
line But I was king of the ocean When daddy let me drive Just an old half ton shortbed Ford My uncle bought new in '64 Daddy got it right 'cause the
Na Na Na Na Na (You Don't Wanna Go There) X4 I need a guy, that i can come on, The one that bring dat dat dat dat beers home. And hold it down, that will hold me right
t wanna go there I need a guy That I can come on The one that bring dat dat dat dat beers home And hold it down That will hold me right And will just
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic Cross that line, fuck around, and get yo' ass kicked We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit Down
play it sweet in heaven 'cause that's right where you wanna be I'm not cryin' 'cause I feel so sorry for you, I'm cryin' for me So play your upside down
we marched down the field My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate Out on Airport Road real late No one could walk a line too straight We usually
tune for me Oh Mr. Moon, just play that tune for me Why don't you play that tune? That I can't get down, that I can't get down with this girl Oh, that
t right It says it's going down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin
take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry A lot of people die, some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines
ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J O B, I gotta kick it up Another damn reporter on the line with a word
on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad
when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit And niggas won't cross this line Ice-T set the limit