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(Oh, and I know she's no good) Boss Don Biggavel (But still, I keep my head up high) Grease (And try to do the things that a good man should, woah) (Am I good man?) Negro spirtuals, baby, we workin' (Am I a fool?) Don velli (Am I weak?) That's the one right there, baby The creme de la creme, baby (Or am I just playin' it cool?) Let's do it, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Martin Luther King (King) He had a dream (I had a dream) I had a vision (Vision) Ended up back convicted Ended up back in prison Gave me no time to think Gave me an opposition Baby, it's time to drink Bottle of that Ace of Spade (Yeah) Let's make a trade [?] Toronto for the 'morrows and I made a [?] Hookers, I bought 'em cheap (Cheap) Letras de cancionesTook many niggas off the street He get all the beats (All of 'em) [?] and Grease (Yeah) Y'all call it, "Mean" (Mean) We call it, "Street" Mansion in Santa Barbara, got a spot where the bosses meet French out in Calabasas, that life, man, it's far behind us Natural disasters insurance don't cover forest fires The Rolls is spacious, got my own Oasis Clooney behind the scenes, rich niggas don't show their faces Negro spirituals, we wrappin' up These devils is white as cotton, Jesus is black as fuck I got a zipper full of weed Money in my jeans, I'm on the road On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road (Yeah) My Bentley clean, my life is but a dream I'm comin' home, home (Yeah) We finally know the cost of where I gotta go Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go (Yeah) This business, baby, it swallows you whole, you gotta know Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know (Yeah) (And I know she's no good) Shit crazy man You ain't no good, Don Biggie (But still, I keep my head up high) You niggas ain't shit, man (And try to do the things that a good man should) (Am I good man?) Just imagine what I could do (Am I a fool?) When I escape all this shit, man (Am I weak?) Don Black, what's good, baby? Fuck wit' me y'all (Or am I just playin' it cool?) Hahaha, let's ride this, let's go B Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Born to win, I'm on again My soul was saved, I was born again The streets was crazy, she gone again First, she strung out my mama Then she took all my men Lucy's and quarter juices Three quarter gooses Had my share of trays We slow the deuces Forty ounce or more Youngen bring the can up Pledge allegiance to EMG Won't stand for that spangled banner Game is full of raps and filthy bureaucrats I smoke my onion, just skin up and peel it back Body, it starts to tingle soon as I hear the track Double and bubble, grams up, came up and brang it back This game, I can bring it up, this a luxury Ride out on any nigga if he think he can fuck wit' me Yeah, ain't nobody better (Nobody), Stefano leathers No more baby Simon, my shit is [?] I got a zipper full of weed Money in my jeans, I'm on the road On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road (Yeah) My Bentley clean, my life is but a dream I'm comin' home, home (Yeah) We finally know the cost of where I gotta go Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go (Yeah) This business, baby, it swallows you whole, you gotta know Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, gotta know (Yeah) (Oh, and I know she's no good) (But still, I keep my head up high, and try to do the things that a good man should) [?] what's good (Am I good man?) Boss Don Biggavel (Am I a fool?) Dame Grease (Am I weak?) EMG, baby (Or am I just playin' it cool?) Negro spirituals From Letras Mania