you like rock, rock stars And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on
that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks
try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between
when other niggas that diss you You on the real That's the type chick a nigga need The type smoke all a nigga's weed And still move at a nigga's speed
me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between
3] Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star Behind those glasses I know who you are You Racer X, here's rubber speed You dissin James? He's chicken feed He
fifteen, just a newbie to high school, Full blown puppy love cooled me like ice cubes, She was seventeen, Raven's blond and beautiful, a Little punk rock chick
ya eyes And the whole place appeared That's the speed of thought Look! You're free to walk 93 millions miles from the Universe See that little star up
Wanna be involved, better be aware Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare Got you on
I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin
's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks