't love the money like the niggaz beside you 'Cuz when the paper gone, you gon' slide too Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise While the world spins
always pooh Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to -goldy- Pushing my dank coke into the key and start the engine Hit song, joking time, smoking, donuts while I'm spinning
Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head 'Cause if you targetin' the L.O.X. You might
in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case They argue walk this way, now walk this way And Laura's asleep in my bed
the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case They argue "Walk this way", "No, walk this way" And Laura's asleep in my bed
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
low in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds, like a jewelry store case They argue, "Walk this way, no, walk this way" Laura's asleep in my bed
and roar of the crowd Will dizzy me forth into your arms And if we pass it all around We?ll be of the same point of view As the world spins round and
ways! Why oh why, oh why... Do I always end up back h-h-h-h-h-h-h (here) Stuck on the wrong side of town, With my head spinning, I keep on falling down
the beat Skin more cold and callous than concrete I love swimmin' but there's just one skeet In a rich man's cheap hotel with bed sheets Uh-huh, you
I still wouldn't f-ck you, slut so wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off get the wheels turning, spin a wheel off
the back of your head You know it's possible that you won't make it back in your bed The confusion an' jealousy an' dishonor'll spin ya But then none
would coach ya La Pearl, Gucci's, Lou, Finde, Prada, Douche Runnin' circles in my living room, tearing up sofas McLaren or Rover, fuck it ma let's tear up the highway Let the sprewells spin
-t up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!) Bruce willis on his death bed,
space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium Than a maniac, Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spazmatic Strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed
it's all on you, it's you I call on boo Let's set a day up so you can fall on through We'll take a spin in a Lexus you can chill for dinner and breakfast
my mother it's Africa at work On vibes, we freak, them universal beats You find it at the spot, you hit at ends of every week We twist, exist to spin
your soldiers Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder I'm the nigga +Simon Says+ Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed