nobody stoppin' my flame Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change [repeat] [Paul Wall] I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign On top of my
nobody stoppin' my flame Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change (repeat) [Paul Wall] I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign On top of my
sippin' Kid I'll burp on your girl butt cheeks The honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind they won't let me back in
man] Kid I'll burp on your girl buttcheeks [ll] The honey had my nuts like two red beets I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
kids, that's what it is Now let the Game begin! Next to you, your Lexus coupe My four door Bentley, that Dre just sent me Millionaire boys club, and my
very first time that I lost my mind for a week They can make, make, make me forget the weather If we'll never, never, never wash the sand from my feet
Oh baby, baby, how I lost my mind Time is quite the killer when you're left behind The airbag held you 'til the engine slept At home your pillow cooled
my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti black-black, where he do that at? South beach
the dude responsible [Young Cash:] I'ma be in the hood sippin yacht wit my boys At the keg parties with the white boys At the beach with the surfers
have some kids, thats what it is, Whoa (Now let The Game begin!) Next to you, your lexus coupe, My four door bentley, that Dre just sent me Millionaire boys club, and my
so I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen
world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got my) Chorus: One love
my case Honey disconnect the phone I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boy Back in the U.S. Back in the U.S. Back in the U.S.S.R
little bit longer And she hears the right song her mind will remember me When she hears my voice She'll forget all the boys And realize at the summer at the beach
back home. Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case. Honey disconnect the phone. I?m back in the USSR. You don?t know how lucky you are boy Back in the US. Back
I look both ways Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, nigga leave without handin me my shit Got plans to get my Land and my 6 Niggaz outta pen'll