day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley
Christmas Day Getting ready for Christmas Done made it up in your mind That I'm going New York, Philadelphia, Chicago I'm going on a trip, getting ready
you are (Now, I'm sittin' here) Houston's missing you, LA's missing you DC's missing you, Chicago's missing you (It's been too long and I'm lost without
words to say My freak girl tell me now she a christian My white girl wanna move back to Michigan I'm pullin girls off the bench like a "sixth-man" I'm
and thats why see love it. And I keep it popping, And I keep it rocking, Like kid on that kiddycat till i'm buckit. After I get it, I wanne dismissed
. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always ready to bomb back
I do it so smooth When I'm stalkin' gat foolz, walking jack moves Now all day run witta me shotgun, but I'm blinded so I jog And roll wit the thuggish
me Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last
up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us And chicago man, what you think about this shit? Ah, between us and the snypaz? Man I'm
Lett I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child
I'm wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup Yessir, I'm in the Mix-a-Lot Bitches put em on the glass while I'm puttin stickers on they
I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette I'm a b-boy so don't test me, many rappers don't
I missin wit my merry-go, Wen I'm in da d-town, Dallas Wassup bro Wen I'm in da A-pull pally Wat happenin folk Wen I'm in Chicago they hollerin
won't work think you a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt... Berg, Weezy, look what I did to em' choppa style gon' and put a cig to em'and you
i just wanna get a little give a little take a little make a little love all over my place baby girl you got a bottom i can spot it from a mile & i
that true?! And I thought it was true confessions then she said ?I love you? Man I thought her body was callin' when she said ?I want you!? Look I even
, at least on the West coast, ha I?m just trippin', there's something 'bout you though You think different and understand how I flow Got cribs on both coasts But I?m a Chicago