In the club on free spinning G's (show out) Mocca humma twenty four's on these (show out) Akon got a crew so deep (show out) These bitches Cause you don't really want to see me (show out) Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge Cause you don't really

And my eyes get full of tears When my heart get to beating like a hammer Oh, when my heart get to beating like a hammer Well, you only been gone twenty-four hours, baby Oh, but it seems like, it seems like a million years Well, if I ever mistreated you,

I'm sorry for so much But this time I wanna know why I can't sleep without you to my right Baby, when you drive by We'll get high, four twenty-seven in the night Show up when you wanna Babe, I hope you know it's alright, I don't mind Shawty, show me your

Now this nigga been shot but you already know that You were at the jail recently and master Codi told him This ain't no place for you He said, being locked up twenty four hours a day That shit ain't gangsta He said, being outside takin' care of your

Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love Its a full time job, the work's never done Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name I know where this is going when I

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

It was my senior year I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero, with division one dreams I had an offer on the table A four year ride 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch Walked on that next

Yeah, today the big day Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but