I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

I want to love somebody, love somebody like you Shining down on me and you When you put your arms around me There's a new wind blowing like I've never known I'm breathing deeper than I've even done And it sure feels good to finally feel the way I do And

Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease, for Pete's sakes he's crazy, to say the least What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my Somebody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my I run the streets

There you go My goodbye girl Wrecking my whole world, one more hello Goodbye girl Yeah, I know that color on your lips too well I saw you blowing kisses down the wishing well again When I say I love you, just just say "I know." You put your arms around

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,

I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

I don't argue like this with anyone but you We do it all the time blowing out my mind Just like a star across my sky Just like an angel off the page You have appeared to my life Feel like I'll never be the same Just like a song in my heart Just like oil

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside Put the purp in the blunt Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, I’m floatin' I'm gone Nigga blowing on that

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only