enter your pin, research is on, can't find it, you're deleted, one dot missing, the program fails, zero plus one equals none, the file is there, then
hear the beautiful sound Of love coming down Hot as hell, cold as ice, sip it slow 'cause it's so nice Dulls my senses, drives my pain but I do it again Burns
in stride it'll kick start your feet a??When you're tuned in to the morning beata??a?? Driving through the maze of the Hollywood Hillsa?? Headed to the
her problem, I like to listen and learn And I don't mind because she's always got a Swisher to burn And a six-pack, I sit back, chill while she drives
slang'n dem pickles been hang'n with killa's been bang'n at niggas cause it's my life nigga drive-bys niggas miss'n mane GOD with cha lil hard niggas
serving Hop on top and start jiggy-jiggy jerking Slow down for me, you moving too fast My fingers keep slipping, I'm trying to grip that ass Keep being hard headed
Fine, So fine My name is Jed and they call me Sky Riding the waves with out heads held high We came from Atlantis on a burning shell with our 808 program
drive Or else one of them sports cars Might tan your hide I said a hard head Makes a soft spot now Yeah yeah yeah I said a hard head Makes a soft spot
her murder rap I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio Music for your convertible, music for burnin cardio! Don't use it for burners
side, deep into the sky Can they make it? I can't see me as I'm reachin the Hori-zen I'm just another satellite, floatin through the dirty Its hard for
the focus and roast energy toward the enemy Now in burnin' G's, chemically enforce infinity Attack, third eye, what occurred my, vocal form into a storm Went blow burnin
me to grab it I pleaded my case but she wrote the pink slip Then I just shoke my head I said, "I don't believe this" She sent me to the head of the discipline
to what the dick did The pleasure and pain, the wing ding inflicted Given niggas two to the head Boy, you can't mess wit a mad and hard head Fool, I
loot, money makes move in Vegas Shake Cali like the San Andreas I'm the truth in the booth, you a Space Invader Go 'head and hate me, hater Hack ya hard drive
money from tricking and hoing But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak She a hard headed
you must like italian, nigga You only see me pushin if the drivers side I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired The drop top, dey say the social drive
Girl listens to mom So she lights a match and pretends to sleep While everything burns Man drives nowhere So he pressed the pedal, hit a few dogs And
