50 Cent

[fox69]

"Buzzin' (Remix)"
(with Mann)

"Buzzin' (Remix)"
(with Mann)



[Intro: 50 Cent]
50!
Haha!
Whoo, whoo, whoo!

[Chorus: Mann {50 Cent}]
Man I feel like moneyyyyy! (man I feel like money!) {yeah!}
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honeyyyyyy! (they come around like honey!) {hahaaa!}
Cause I'm fly like a bee! (oh, yeah?) {say what?}
Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin',
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da! {say what?}
Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin',
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da! [scratches]

[50 Cent:]
Yeah, uh! - Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag' - brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga I'll shoot your black ass! [scratche]
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
Don't say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right? [scratches]

[Mann:]
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I know ya like it when it's just like that. (that!)
All the girlies just love my swag (swag!)
From my kicks to the way I fix my hat. [scratches] (hat!)
I'm - back! (hey!) - Fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!) - Shaded - with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby! (WEST L.A., BABY!)
West L.A. made me this way. (way!)
Two rules: Stay fresh, homie and get paid!
Hey! (heeyy!) - Never broke! - And never bummy! (why)
I'm from where it's forever sunny. (okay!) [scratches]

[Chorus]

[Bridge 1: Mann]
When I come around! - 'Round, 'round...
They go...
Yeah, yeah! It's going down, down, down...
They go...

[Mann:]
Uh! - New cat with a' old school feel (feel!)
Only new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Tied to the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no help. (nah!) [scratches]
New girls act like they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like: "Oh, well! " (well!)
When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!)
Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L!

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2: Mann]
When I come around! - 'Round, 'round...
They go...
Yeah! - When I come around! - 'Round, 'round...
They go...
When I step in yo town! - Town, town...
They go...
Yeah, yeah! - It's going down; down, down...
They go... [scratches]

[Mann:]
Yee-uh Yee-uh! - Shawty in my ear (uhh!)
Saying all the things that I wanna hear.
BUZZIN'! - And as the night ends (uhh!)
I'm a have her and get all her friends.
BUZZIN'! - Okay! - Hands in the air (yee-uh!)
From the back to the front everywhere.
BUZZIN'! - Throwin' out 20's, throwin' out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it! [scratches]

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2]

 

[fox69]

"C.R.E.A.M. 2009"

"C.R.E.A.M. 2009"


[Intro: 50 Cent]
You wan' smoke that?
Go 'head, roll it son
I don't give a fuck man (Six Figga)
Smoke that shit man
Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man
Don't look to me to stop you man - yeah
I'm not gettin in the way

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens!
Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all)
Kill the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus!
For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)

[50 Cent]
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind, come out with the toasters
I return like a animal ferocious
New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know this
Another mil', another nigga sick
I got nothin but hard dick for your bitch to lick
I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw bricks of raw
I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price soar
Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out
A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam
It's in God's hands, it's all God plan
You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle
When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil
Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda
E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring
You think I'm bullshittin I put that on e'rything
The shootin gon' stop right after the shit-talkin
I was sellin crack while Mike was moonwalkin
20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it
I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit
I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you
So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?

[Chorus]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm back baby I'm back!
New shit, the drought over, new product
Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggaz man
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin skinny jeans man
I think these niggaz is faggots man, for real man
They with the rainbow club man
You think this shit is a fad? C'mon man!
I think it's more than that man
I think it's more than that
So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
C'mon man...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Call Me"
(feat. Tweet, Hope, Tony Yayo)

"Call Me"
(feat. Tweet, Hope, Tony Yayo)



[Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet)]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus]
50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
As we proceed, uh

[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up)
You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
You didn't like the little things I do
Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon)

Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine
Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so
I'm the hottest shit on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go)

[Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet) {Hope}]
(Call me) Why you naggin me? {Naggin you?}
(Call me) Girl you houndin me {Oh now I'm houndin you}
(Call me) Why you harrasin me? {Stop playin}
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me? {Man you call me}
(Call me) Girl you houndin me {Yeah whatever}
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus]
Uh huh, yeah

[Hope (Tony Yayo)]
I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga
Now you wanna talk like you big shit
Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
Cause when you's fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c'mon)

[Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet) {Tony Yayo}]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck {I just wanna fuck}

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus]
Yeah, um, YAYO!

[Tony Yayo]
Don't call me bitch, don't be naggin me
Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me)
You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail
And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail
You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh)
Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat
In my heart I thought you was the one
"Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)

[Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet)]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tweet]
Call me

 

[fox69]

"Can I Speak To You"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Can I Speak To You"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the fog
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit

[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga

 

[fox69]

"Can't Help Myself"

"Can't Help Myself"


[Chorus]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

[Verse 1]
I had a five hundred bags 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect should last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work.
My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked'
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house,
You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga
Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga
Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man
Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck I got that hover I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be like “I could just kill a man”
I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects
They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight
They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches
I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toasts'
I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on
Touch me, shitt I wish a nigga would
I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood.

[Chrous]
I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

[Verse 2]
They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck
I say ‘I ain't know none about nothing'
I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin'
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin' me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
I'm starting think you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie
Man since her cousin in a car crash died
She said ‘don't drink and drive', I say ‘just drink, don't drive'
I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions
That's the money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (heyy)

I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Chase The Paper"
(feat. Prodigy, Kidd Kidd & Styles P)

"Chase The Paper"
(feat. Prodigy, Kidd Kidd & Styles P)



[Hook: 50 Cent]
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm still a baller, I'm still balling
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
We still mob, niggas steal stuff
We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
He still love her, she ain't shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
Still real niggas, still will kill
Told the still bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker
Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
I'm gone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny pit
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
Now I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dick
I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind
Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain't a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
Little homie loading a semi up
Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
I ain't chasing pussy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Close Your Eyes Outro"

"Close Your Eyes Outro"


[DJ Whoo Kid:] {Whooooooooo!}

[50 Cent:]
I need niggas to listen to me, right? I need you to close your eyes, right?
And listen to me... And try to imagine what I'm doin' right here, right?
Okay, I'm in Harlem... I know fo' sho' you don't know what... Harlem looks like.
Okay, so... just imagine this!
Imagine a taxi cab, right? There's 15 taxi cabs in a roll... but they not yellowcaps!
They're silver Mercedes Benzes!
Okay? Because... we're not in New York... we're in Harlem!
Okay? Now look, an' imagine this!
The door opens... at a 5-star hotel.
There he is: "It's Lloyd Bank$! "
He's walkin' out... look at him!
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
The crowd goes wild!
"Lloyd Bank$! Lloyd Bank$! Could you sign my ass? "
That's what she says...
Right?
And while you look... YOU GOT YA EYES CLOSED, RIGHT?!
You supposed to be imagine it... okay?
"Lloyd Bank$! Lloyd Bank$! Sign my titties! "
Right? This is what they doin', right?
And... while they're goin' crazy... they know this...
Ooooh!
The other guy...
The other guy: "THAT'S 50CENT! OH, MY God! "
Now aaaaaaaooooooohhhh!
The crowd goes wild.
The guys are there...
The guys gon': "Yo! Yo, 50 whattup? Yo, yo whattup, my nigga? "
And 50's lookin' like: "What the fuck are this groupie-ass nigga's doin' around me?! "
Do you understand...?!
I'm like: "What tha fuck?! GET THE FUCK FROM AROUND ME!
Why are bitches runnin' to Bank$ an' the niggas comin' to me?
WHAT THA FUCK IS GOIN' ON AROUND HERE? "
Right? So close your eyes motherfucka! You s'pposed to be imagine it!
So they lookin', right? And the lookin'...
And they see the other guys comin' out of the "Entourage".
And they gon': "Yo, who the fuck is HE?! "
And he can't quiet figure out who the fuck who is, because it's just... a member of the "Entourage".
But he has owned more fuckin' diamonds than that other guys!
And now you like: "What tha fuck is goin' on heeere?! "
And you thinkin' it: "This is a DREAM! "
Right?
Close your eyes, all right? You s'pposed to be imagine it.
All right?
And as you look closer... We start to know this...
That everybody has their own diamonds.
So... you see it yourself, you gon'... wait a minute!
You wanna tell me everybody's rich?
And then you see it yourself...
Damn!
Bein' down with G-Unit is a dream!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!

 

[fox69]

"Clue / 50"

"Clue / 50"



Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I'ma drink a lot a water
And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?

Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?"
I'm like "What up with you"
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"
Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ??
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch

Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga

Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!

 

[fox69]

"Cocaine"
(feat. Robin Thicke)

"Cocaine"
(feat. Robin Thicke)



[Intro: conversation between two men]
Where did you get this stuff?
Columbia
Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I, do a line?
Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, let's all do one
[all sniffing]
I can't feel my face
I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)]
(Cocaine) I know police is watchin
(Cocaine) Hustlin I'm not stoppin
(Cocaine) I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
Me I'm 'bout my business (cocaine)

[50 - over Chorus]
I see 'em watchin
I got the E
You muh'fuckin right

[50 Cent]
Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
She make the money roll and I love the bitch
Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure
For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw (yeah)
A lil' like a pimp, I'm your pusher man
She could make us both rich nigga, yes she can
You want your own spot, let's talk locations
Then talk market and the public relations (ooh)

[Robin Thicke (50 Cent)]
Everybody's watchin (yeah)
But no one talks about it (shut your mouth)
Right now - that's all it was, anything call it
She said, sex just ain't the same without it (woo!)

[Chorus]

[50 - over Chorus]
See 'em watchin
I ain't stoppin
I got the E

[50 Cent]
Every little step I take (c'mon)
You will be there
Every little step I make (look bitch)
We'll be together
So grateful (yeah) so faithful (uhh)
Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon)
I'll cut it, you sniff it
Or smoke it, terrific

[Robin Thicke (50 Cent)]
Movie stars, models and, blondes and, cocaine (yeah)
New York, L.A. is, all the same (c'mon, c'mon)
The angels look the other way
Cause they can understand my pain (pain)

[Chorus]

[50 - over Chorus]
I see 'em watchin
Naw I ain't stoppin
Yeah, c'mon, business

[Outro: 50 Cent]
You niggaz got a problem, yeah
A big motherfuckin problem
At a minimum
I'ma have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfuckin head
Ya dig? Oh shit

[Robin] Cocaine [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Come & Go"

"Come & Go"


[50 Cent]
I make 'em move
I make 'em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around, see what we got up in here

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin we ain't speakin bitch
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick

[50 Cent]
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped "In Da Club," I'm still sippin the bubb'
The drama I'm widdit, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That's why a nigga bit it, I can't forget it
I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV's, my rims is so siddick
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it
Baby come in - girl I wanna give it to you
Once I'm in - in sum, I'm a freak with it
Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it
G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it
It's exercise, my homey he been waitin
He next to ride

[Chorus]

[50 Cent - singing]
People always talkin 'bout
My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em
I don't care, what she do, with him
It's all good with me
Soo-oooh-ooooooooh

[50 Cent]
Yeah
They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it
I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it
It's hit after hit, damn I'm on the road
I'm like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I ain't a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin
You think I'm bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling
Can't buy condos, I'm buyin the building
I'm pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children
You bet against me boy, I'ma hurt your feelings
Cause over and over I'ma keep on winnin
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented
That's why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it
Man e'rybody know, like e'rywhere I go
When 50 in the club shit just go out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; okay~!

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