how you live your life Blood, sweat We've put everything in this Won't let You ride our coattails anymore You won't ride anymore Along for the ride
getting money All my girls, fly girls getting money One for the paper, two for the money Nails did, hair did, gap, yeah, I want it One for the paper, two for
good enough I guess I'm guilty for wanting to be up in the clubI guess I'm guilty cause girls always want to show me love I guess I'm guilty for leaving
singing the same old song A fine and fancy man was he Doing good things for the poor Givin' rides in his rockin' eighty-eight for free They could not hope for
math, boo, you always try to add two I need someone who'd ride for me Not someone who'd ride for free She said, boy, I don't just ride She'll pull up
dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a Charger (Take it all, you need me) Two hundred for
She goes where she wants No matter what the cost No power, nothing here AC's 2 by 75 Yeah, you got it man You roll 'em down and drive My 65 Mustang rides along
he calls Memories that she used to ride And he sang Oooh to the ladies and Oooh he damn near made some fall right down and die Now he rides away on
Pablo is off the heeze what's wrong with u baby girl, ima aim to please it's goin down, if u acting clean it's goin down (uh) She wants hers and I want
that So dang fresh I know the deal I'm from Oakland, California the big O-town Too $hort Too $hort I'm still down I put my whips down fresh I don't
naughty if ya nice So come down the chimney Brothers the vicinity Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy Similar to water out the clouds I'm here to reign supreme Self-esteem lower than them rides
shows no remorse Consuming our future as we fight That hundred year war Time is a soldier steady and true Relentlessly trudging along And time takes no prisoners Nothing
there, I'll still be there for you Anytime o' need You can lean on me Come on, come on I'll be there for you I'll be there for you Anytime o' need
quit and won't start Something you know but can't stand Can't know, get along with like death Riding on top of the car Peering through the windshield for
tears for fanatics So damn it If times is hard Time is god Understand it Never took time for granted Its all right ma As child of the sixties All along
As I crawl along I can feel the death Everywhere I go I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked
you With a rhyme flow That will demise you How can I bow down To a broke rapper with a foul sound? How can I flow rounds With an MC that can't chow down
car He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart I look around, turn the radio down He says, ?Baby is something wrong?? I say, ?Nothing
