Oh my God, oh my God Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got City just turned into the oh I ride Pretty

You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me It's a feeling, I don't belong here But a man's on the outside looking in, wondering who's in his old armchair It's a feeling, you never belonged to me

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Richard, Happy birthday to you. Hah-hah-hah. Happy birthday my little son - my little 28-year-old son! Well, you were born by now, because you were born about five o'clock in the morning. Er... you'll have a

The clock is ticking, so stay All you have to do is stay a minute Just take your time All you have to do is wait a second Your hands on mine All you have to do is stay I could give a thousand reasons why We can stay forever young Living on my sofa,

Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me) Rock city (Come on the block wit me) "Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me) Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you!

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

And I can't even close my eyes. And my baby, she can't be found. I believe this is the end. Well now, it's three o'clock in the morning Three o'clock in the morning Can't find my baby And I can't be satisfied. I've looked all around me I've looked all

Here and now our choices here are growing thin, As children grow they grow with what they see In these times where paranioa closes in Power and hate a rampaging disease In our minds we build the blocks to what we need In our minds we are reaching out for

I won’t come near, I won’t come near Teach me to burn, teach me to speak Some girls they call the shots Other girls might call your shots But Jessica you’re the girl and I’m the man You can let me off with a leash I love your locks, and your looks and

What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep