All I needed was a light in the darkest place I've ever been in all my life As I try to find my way In the changing seasons of my life And my eyes don
All I needed was a light In the darkest place I've ever been in all my life As I try to find my way And the changing seasons of my life And my eyes don
-a-bus and the P.Diddy We stay livin' at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin', be state of the art We rockin' ya block shit, wlyin' like rock
bedrock I-I-I can make your bedrock I can heat it up like a ultimate fire, I can burn it up like a Siberian tiger, I can heat it up like Miami in the summer
it get too hot Up in this spot, we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We get loose in this motherfucker Light
money to buy out the glocks Tell my brotha go to school in September So he won't mess up in summer school in da summer Tell my cousin Jerry wear his
be the day that I die Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll
it back to disco (Disco) Just go with me Even though I wasn't there I'm trying to bring it back Afro centric hair and riding Cadillac Platform heels and rocking
can i get a witness drop a can of paint grind more business i'm the type to rock yellow diamonds that match my car you the type to live under a rock,
aftermath a blasted buildin' still standin' Like a starved man fasting the skies expandin' Clouds passin', dust particles dancin' in broken bars of light
the Hudson Bay And plummet out of sight and sound The open summer breeze will sweep you through the hills Where I live in the alpine heights Below the Northern Lights
rock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock she got that that good good shes michael bad and i attracted her with her attracted ass and now we murderers because we kill time i knock her lights
I can make your bed rock Haters in the building nigga I can make your bed rock (girl) I can make your bed rock I can make your bed rock (Lil Wayne) She
Chevy's and levees played on the radio No cell phones, just 20 thousand lights Swaying on a Saturday night, alright Can you imagine that slice of time? Rock
moves wit my big dog ?bounce? Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds Y'all know who really lockin this shit down When we rock it, don
Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em And I'm the street-talkin', dog-walkin' Approach me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin' My hand to Rock
