peep you niggaz creepin? This how we do it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it
how we do it every weekend I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it I get the liquor, and you
continue to roll. With this time on my hands, I could change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I could make all the rounds, paint all
you was Rudolph the Reindeer I'm fast when I race cars, I smash and I scrape cars Love candy paint, but still keep my factory paint job (yup, yup, yup
-o seven two fourteen and two await I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred Under my black
of Hades it's all downhill from here on the outer nowhere Let the blackness roll on Let the blackness roll on You bleed so easy I was stoned to the drone
roll I roll like I roll I got an open road And a restless soul The Rolling Stones on the radio And I roll like I roll Cause' I roll like I roll I roll
only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones Roll right stones
pain Sweet black rain Only plain rain remains Lord I love Black Rain Black Rain Black Rain Black Rain, uh Black Rain Black Rain I've been ordained Black Rain My sweet Black
[Verse 1 - Trae] Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness It's something unfamiliar Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished
the stones. And spirits dance, and bodies roll, hallucinations curtsey as the river priestess consecrates the bones. And that's the way it will be 'til
bitches jack it up Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up Take it to the spot
fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it
shop necks But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied?
fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It
them, to come alive, to survive It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee It's not
' it way big The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet It's made out of rubbergut fagot, try to yank it Got all glass, Benz in all class I'm do it
property Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it