Where my wolves at? Yeah Put your hoodies on, keep your face down low Anything shining, take that shit Give a fuck, we in the bar niggas, bitches, let
playin hope the broad know well the penthouse suite at the Swiss Hotel It's the real after party if you tryna meet me got anything to drink, I just need
for playin hope the broad know well the penthouse suite at the Swiss Hotel It's the real after party if you tryna meet me got anything to drink, I just need
give a fuck, 26's on the truck,fuck around till you show up,we gon tear this bitch up,i got x i got weed i got anything you need,when you see me in
Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine" There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, original tick in
ever going to see Gracie girl With your cards to your chest walking on your toes What you got in the box only Gracie knows And I would never try to make you be Anything
maybe you'll never need more than that But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us? Does it even register on your conscience? Long for one last showdown from a box
it sounds like talking Damn noise never stops Birdowner See her at the market She's buying all the seed I walk right up and ask her "Is there anything you need
, one hoe, 'cause all I need is one One hoe, one hoe, 'cause all we need is one One hoe, one hoe, listen, 'cause all I need is one One hoe, one hoe
I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands International dope man, known as a D-Boy If ya need
All of these words on paper All of these thoughts in my head Deals I've made with the maker The need that sleeps in my bed All of these stones in my
's rainbow It's so cold and blown all apart It's so cold and needing of a heart It's so cold and blown all apart It's so cold and needing of a heart
Over to the mirror, yeah we look okay Dial tone 2-1-2-A-O-J-O-J-O-J It's a daily thing for Black Sheep my friend Yo driver pull over I need my midday
need a place to stay, someone to show me all around A box of chocolates and a dozen flowers Just a little mood to sit and think for hours and hours Box
I don't need a doctor, I don't need a drugstore I don't need an injection, I need to put the telly on. Got me in a cold sweat, I don't need no cigarette
They ask "What is she like, what does she need? What is her type? I wanna give it to her Tell her please, be my girl, I'll give her anything Whatever
What is she like, what does she need? What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please Be my girl, I'll give her anything Whatever her heart
Brooklyn with her mother in law And when her old man's sleepin' Maureen comes creepin' down to the local bar She stands there by the juke box in her
