[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop
this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats like CPR. Made the west
side world wide. No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all
be all. California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters make ya wanna cut ya M P off. The
greatest in the game. Haters should be ashamed to not
acknowledge in the brain of the west coast kings.
Brought Kronic to the scene folded pills in the lean.
Now the game full of puppies look at me no strings.
Again and again I've shown you've seen me piss on
niggas egos. Ruin they self-esteem. Sky the limit no
roof I can do what you dream. Done it all foe you eva
did a thing NA MEEN. Tees and black jeans no bling
just bang. Officially deranged. Clinically insane.
Look Eazy ain't a damn thang changed. I promise still
live like we did back when Straight Out Of Compton.
Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit.
Showed em what to smoke when dey was blazing that bull
shit. That's why you smell the drug aroma when my
record play. Not a blemish on my image decorated
resume. A legendary legacy. All that I was you'll neva
be. Fuck is yall tellin me? Forever on top. Face it
you'll neva be better than the Doc. Ask Pac. Again I
say it's neva gone stop. Face it you'll neva be
greater than the Doc. Ask Pac.
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No
startin I'm the shootin kind. Front page all the time.
You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine. I
drink Topless, I live Topless. Like my girl is the
game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I live
Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city
now.
[Nas]:
Ya skins ya traveling bag of your existence. Yours is
shabby and scab while mines glistenin. Vivid on my
skin how many continents I've visit then you could
journey with me to different places by listenin.
Shittin on em. Ya brutha got it covered we can slug
it, knuckle it however you want I love it. A hustler's
wit. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up.
Murderer by design. On my calendar time when night
meets day. I'm in a light grey bugatti like a
high-speed chase. Adrenaline like jogger the jump in
rope in place. The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates
trying to keep the ocean by me. Hit a rich man's wife
see what these hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but
it's nice to see the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star.
Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet
bowin topless.
[Chorus]:
Cause ladies when I shine. Nigga wish quick. No
startin I'm the shootin kind. Front page all the time.
You boys think sick but I ain't got no roof on mine. I
drink Topless, I live Topless. Like my girl is the
game with her titties out. I drink Topless, I live
Topless. Sky's the limit I'm paid to run the city
now.


enviado por : J. Leal