The shadow of your smile When you have gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes my love and see All the lovely things you are to me Our wistful little star It was far, too high A teardrop kissed your lips

Aye, you ain't never sell no work How I skrt skrt when I pull up in that vert, aye How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh Uh, you ain't never snatched no car I ain't living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh Uh, you ain't never pull no

And I thank my god Go 1, 2, 3, 4, Yeah yeah you gotta Stand tall and cut away the ties Drop Balls and hold that head up high The world is fast and youth ain't gonna wait So grab a hold before it gets to late Bare your soul and strip away the cold

A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue

Oh me, oh my might Cut dope, gone need more quinine (Off the rip) Forty knock his head off (off the rip) Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip) I'ma ride with my dog off the rip Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip Shawty came through, bent it

Prepare for nuclear attack Dropped from Enola, a city erased, threat of the future displayed A power unheard of a power unseen Flash out of nowhere, the sky is burning At 8:16 AM Tokyo control realized something was wrong Reports of explosions,

Shorty she like to pop ass high Popped her way up to first class high She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet With your electric body, we found

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

I guess luck is on your side Drizzy 'bout to drop, the game is in disarray I'd tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey As luck would have it I've settled into my role as the good guy All sevens,

Well, I love my baby, gonna tell everybody I know Yes, I love my baby, gonna tell everybody I know Tell everybody I know Other women don't mean a thing to me You can pick 'em all up, drop 'em all in the sea She'll open up her pocket book and pay my fare