Yeah. What's up?. It's TQ and Sarah again. Right back at ya. Love is color blind. That's right. This time we got a serious situation. And we're tryna do our parts to help.
Livin' the street life, crystal, drugs and crushed ice. Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice. In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal.
Yea. But she always say. But she luv my style. Yea. . [verse 1:]. N if i stay out late. Im commin home rich. Thinkin bout that pussy. On the grind got me home sick.
Baby! Ghetto biotch!. . What does life mean to me?. Cars clothes an a lot of jewelry. What does life mean to me?. A fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty.
we can smoke. uh-huh. yeah, yeah. smokin' smokin'. smokin' smokin'. we can smoke (we can smoke). we can drink (we can drink). we can freak the night away (smokin' smokin').
(Chorus: T.Q.). Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine. You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind. Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride. Just like a sunny day, watch me shine.
I'm comin' like a relic in a pick-up truck. Bass hummin' 15s in the back of us. Still runnin' like a energizer bunny bruh. Hood plumbin' lay a big dick down in her.
In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised. Not to plan my funeral before the body dies, yeah. Come the morning light, it's a see through show. What you may have heard and what you think you know, yeah.
Ooh yeah. And it sounds so good, it sounds so nice. . (Come down to my block). Come around my way. That's where the players play. (On my block). Do what you wanna do.
Oh yeah. Birdman. Prrrrrrr. Yeah. . North Carceezy!. Oh yeah. Cash Money ha. Yeah. . Get the money baby. Get this money baby. TQueezy!. It's Birdman baby.
How do I survive each day. Livin' ghetto life. Twist me up a fat ass J. And livin' indo high. . How do I survive each day. Livin' ghetto life. Twist me up a fat ass J.
I'm a dog about it. And if you don't know then ask your friends. Cos I'm quite sure they heard about me. Cos some of them probably know first hand. And you ain't gotta worry bout your boyfriend.
Yeah, [Incomprehensible]. . Any old day I'm just walking through my neighborhood. Can't get away, the game just chasing me down. I don't think, I stand on the corner for hours if I have to.
Damn I think I gotta a hangover,. Too much mo the nite before,. Mail lady at my front door. With a big booty and a cheque for me. Why in the hell is it so damn hot?.
My beautiful black piece of chocolate. My beautiful black piece of chocolate. My beautiful black piece of chocolate. That's right this one going out for my sistas, yeah.
In my city, it's a summer night. I'm rollin' in my Caddy. I'm listenin' to Marvin Gaye. I got my seat laid way back. As I slide down the boulevard. I see the ladies and I pass 'em.
Tired of the hustle, tired of the noise. I'm tired of my woman. And I'm tired of my boys. . Tired of the city, all the damn traffic. 'Cos I'm tired 'cos what I'm lacking.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright, alright. Won't you take a listen?. Take a listen baby. . Listen, oh right. You might learn something, come on. Won't you take a listen?.
Seven, eleven, six and four. They all score. . Yea mutha fuckin' Jazze Pha. Got me in line at one, twelve. All high and shit huh. Thinkin' about what if the world was mine?.
I Got To Go. . 12:30 in the morning on a one-ten. New black Benz new girlfriend. Celebrating cause the boy done did it. Hit the biggest lick in L.A. history.