off of my cloud. Hey! You! Get off of my cloud. Hey! You! Get off of my cloud. Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud baby The telephone
off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud, baby The telephone is
off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud, baby The telephone
up, take it to the floor You already gave me the green light, baby Put your glass up, pour a little more You already gave me the green light (Eskiboy, Roll
me Past right by a white flash like what was that? Niggas still wearin' fruity stones man who does that? White platinum gold rolly with the white stones
slow, where your colors roll, (Jadakiss) Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
while the DJ known as Evil cuts You wanna know what's happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems I gather no moss like a rolling stone
Click, flashblade in ghetto night, Rudie's looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll them bones, need that cash to feed that Jones And the politicians throwing stones
What do you do with yourself When you see the storm clouds rising? Feeling alone with yourself As the sun fades away The memories come to and fro The