(Verse 1) I don’t wanna battle you I pay for you rap on my sabbatical And pay for every actor performs after you Verse non reversible remove your laptop before you walk through the terminal Before I take it personal One liners bust through the highway dividers on coming traffic eyes get wider powerslide ya …
[Part I] [Intro] 808 Mafia Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob [Verse] Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah Soon as I roll up, put my doors up Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, …
[Chorus] I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock) I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch) Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off) She was in my mind, like a tick (get off) I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock) I don’t got a dime for …
[Verse 1: will.i.am] Street livin’, caught in a trap Guns or books, sell crack or rap Be like kings or be like pawns They called us coons, now they call us cons Street niggas be packing pistols Terrorists be blasting missles Crips and bloods and retail thugs CIA planes bring Columbian drugs Don’t push me …
[Verse 1: will.i.am] Street livin’, caught in a trap Guns or books, sell crack or rap Be like kings or be like pawns They called us coons, now they call us cons Street niggas be packing pistols Terrorists be blasting missles Crips and bloods and retail thugs CIA planes bring Columbian drugs Don’t push me …