s two sides. There are two sides to everything, every argument that you have meant to bring. There's two sides to you and me. There are two sides. There are sides
the top back on that Chevy impala Hummers and all that fully loaded with two ballers What do you call that when you're shawty with two daughters? But
them bitches I said put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses
a thing, I've been thinkin' crazy lately. Like buying her a ring, I used to be at the party with ladies gettin' down.. I used to play with them girls but I
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word I bought a Benz with the
safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with
chance and I respect you for that And at last we're all alone, baby, just you and I, don't try to lie I know what's on your mind, I'm lookin' straight
low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I
's different from all kinds Rock you all of the time, just form a single line A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self A first-grade topic, I think
goes down I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust I know all my niggas live in down-ass towns But South Central L.A. is
Two Teckz And I Don't Need Two Lips To Blow This Like A Trumpet You Dumb Shit, This Is An Unusual Musical I Conduct It You Looking At The Black Warren Buffet So All
I may make an announcement I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin' ounces of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever
to the floor And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road
hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentence'n I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma
bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on
with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
now we coastin', me 2 chicks and toastin', I turn up the volume and watch the bass kit , I'm open! Soft spoken , with a wild side, I love them in a ride
