She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
get fresh, get fresh. (Word Up) [Vado] Doors closing, hoes before I close it Pull up to the curb, drop head, 2 door Rolls Dior posing, couldn't be more chosen If not
to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case, that's my word Spent three years in the same place, he still there Came down for a pill,
mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not [Styles] Synchronize
I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggaz brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as calm as possible, make the deal go through If not
bust somethin' So what ya want nigga, ya want nigga I got a six shooter and a horse named Trigger, it's real Ninety four, rugged raw, kickin' down your god damn door
' "Yeah, I used to fuck 'em" Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then Niggaz axin' me "Man, did you love her?" Loved her, stupid ass, enough to fuck
picture I'm all down for stickin' but I can't kick it wit ya So what's poppin'? You walkin', or the boots knockin'? Yeah, I hear you talkin' girl, but I'm only down
man One day while he was working, the Gatlin boys came calling They took turns at Becky an' there was three of them Tommy opened up the door and saw
time go ticking down The water falling on the ground I catch myself and try to speak with grace You needed just enough anger, to get you through the door
but i know we just homies But your the kinda girl, That'l make a nigga wanna be down The type of girl i need to be around Not like them other groupie
to look out for what over his horizon He's gotta to make sure he's not lonely, not broke It's enough to worry about keeping his own head above I shut the door
't Hard Enough Throw On Stove And Sold??? Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up Looked This Shit A lot films on my block but it's not enough
'm ever there Well, three doors down and two behind And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes Don't let it fool you into thinkin' you down care Lay down
, just don't let goooo Sittin' by his desk 'n' drinkin' coffee it seems that he got hit by a rock or three They're puttin' my name on the door, where
to me. This is not F One two three And this is n8t back row anymore. I can't get enough of you Can't get enough love Can't get enough of you I can'
sandwich, not even enough to make a mouthful.) Blue Guy: Wow, that sure is little. Grover: Isn't it sweet? Blue Guy: That's hardly enough to feed a
So now if anyone asks, not that they would I'll be down in Mississippi and up to no good No more, what a bore, had enough, I'm out the door Headed for