Hey, Hey. Wassup Little Homie,. Yo Big Homie whats goin' down,. Get in nigga,. Ride, this motha f**ka fresh,. Ya ride with me, I need ya to hit a corner with me,.
I want to make, to feel the golden age. I miss the rush, the lights of better days. You count me out of such a life's worth. And turn around, gonna feel, gonna touch, gonna hold.
I'm all confused and I don't know what to do. 'cause I still can't get over loving you.. I've had time but I can't get you off my mind. . No. I still can't get over loving you..
Uh uh. So so def. Yeah, yeah. . In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes. With the top down screamin' out. Money ain't a thang. . Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings.
Uh, uh, so so Def. Yeah, yeah. . In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes. With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'. Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings.
[Ice Cube]. Please listen to my demo {x8}. . A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp. The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner. And the audience is the trip, god damn.
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(Mack 10). Here`s a little something, bout a nigga like me. Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary. Mack 10, I`d like to say. That I`m a crazy mothafucka, from around the way.
Uh uh. So So Def. Yeah, yeah. . In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes. With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang. . Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
[Jermaine Dupri]. Shhhhhhhhh. Kris Kross. 95. Yeah. . Verse 1: [MACK DADDY and DADDY MACK]. Who gotcha open, scopin out the track. It's no other than the sounds of the Daddy Mack.
Shhhhhhhhh. Kris Kross 9 to 5. Yeah. . Who gotcha open, scopin' out tha track. It's no other than the sounds of the Daddy Mac. Still slackin' back-packin' up my turf.
Forward,forward, back, back, back. I've fallen and I can't get up and I'm slipping through the cracks. I'm in a crisis and I can't afford the prices. No means to feed my family, never mind the nices.