Teksty:
Lyric

VERSE 1 I got the top pealed back switching lanes doing 60 on the boulevard In a rush to see "Tender Roni" down ass chick that'll do anything for me Infatuated

Baby, I know it's been hard for you in this business But you can't give up, you got a lot of people waitin' on you Do your mamma a favor Give them some

So you wanna be a rockstar Keep it going, don't stop Work it while you're on top, call the cops Rollercoaster riding, baby Up and down I love to watch

like tchhickachickkaa Please, don't ask me who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it Don't ask me who writes my lyrics

Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties

's first to diss They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worse than this Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, lovin' the lyrics,

witty the prose. It's more about the feel of the song and making sure it flows. My Lyrical Content, I just said what I meant, My Lyrical Content, Wax Lyrical

La, la, la La, la, la I'm starting to believe, boy, that this is meant to be, boy 'Cause I believe in Karma, boy do you believe in Karma? So forget about

I saw you across the dance floor Out of the corner of my eye I felt a connection I don't know how, I don't know why I shouldn't have stayed when I saw