whole lot to think about You've given me a whole lot to think about You've given me a whole lot to think about You've given me a whole lot to think about
game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot
enough of the pond and the meadow and the whole stinking scene, so he ran off to Los Angeles and joined a Heavy Metal band. And what about Bruce the
kitchen, palm steady itchin boys steady wishin, talkin down on a nigga name, Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, 19's gone be turnin got the wood
man then get killed When you damned if you will, damned if you won't A lot of dudes saying that they can but they don't A lot of boys saying that they
became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel
I lost three in like three months straight, we see the pain In see youngz face, it ain't a game And they think it's all peaches and cream They think
now Hit a few licks, so we known now Kicked a little south, so it's on now Do what you gotta when you broke man If you get a verse, get the whole thang
and some woods way on the back There's a hickory nut tree that covers the whole roof Sounds like hand grenades hittin' the tin roof all the time There's an old wood
Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm And comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma
av with the crack and a 'matic Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it First of the month, just snatched me a package Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin' If a nigga think about
And there's no future bigger than the one I planning for us You got me twisted and titled I think I'm about to bust baby I think I'm about to bust 'Cuz
miss Everytime I think about him when i'm drivin' I'ma just Verse 2 (Pimp C) I'm a screwed up affiliator strictly rollin' red Everytime we hit the parkin' lot
steady hittin bitches pump steady itchin, boys steady wishin talkin down on a nigga name Ima hit the boulevard grippin wood grain 19's gone be turnin, got the wood
the blind side when the bitch ain?t looking I see a lot of wannabes but I can't let that bother me Thinking it will be their downfall, that's my falsify Honestly this whole
sippin Bruno And every where that I go, got a whole bunch of hoes Got a whole lot of tricks that be all on my dick And what ever you think I really don
I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spitting Comin' through bitches I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot
do that?" And this carpenter says, "Well, yeah, I could do that. I would need a whole lot more wood. But I could get started with what you've got in
