out It's more money now and we the flip the draw Hella choppers, clip pull nigga genue out G'd up, i took it from the G code Presidental sweets, with
know the road code I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road An rumour have it sey the chiney man have a sword But we did have a one pop wey
the road code I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road An rumor have it sey the chiney man have a sword But we did have a one pop wey make
care and Carter IV It won't be long till they could see the lights And I'm on one, I got one You a pussy nigga, I'm not one So call it a night, call
I keep your love locked down, your love locked down I keep your love locked down, you lose I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to I bet no one knew, I got no one
so bad Wish you'd make the music pretty and sad? Could tell you a lot But you've got to be true to your code Make it one for my baby And one more for
I've got hoes (I've got hoes) In different area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Hoes (Hoes,hoes) In different area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Now
train yo Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my name blow [mya] I'll be movin' on So far from where you are Should I let you know the code Cause you
I can hold my own I don't break I can hold the chrome And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is
fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggaz said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red
't find no shelter here Tell me, what's your zip code, baby? Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap? We're out of control No one knows how low we
you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand
my job blowing leaves Telephone bills up my sleeves Choking like a one man dust bowl Freedom rock slime ball talking in code We went down, lit up the
Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend One last kiss from my sweet
grand tradition Your name echoes in the holes of the universe! Believe in yourself! Take your game into outer space! Every single galactic athlete Needs a coded
the beach, I'm a lucky man I'm the only one who gets a tan If I have one more pie a la mode I'm gonna need my own ZIP code When you're only havin' seconds
day before trash day My place was gettin' kinda nastay Even though the garbage I knew would reek (You know) Thought that I could leave it for one more
