This the * I used to roll down Lewis Street with. Lord, know some hoes from the past like. "Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich". Well, should've asked. It's funny how these niggas
Your date has gone home. Now you're left on your own sweet own. Your tough talkin' friend. Split on you in the bitter end. And you look like a fine thing, Jerry. Yea you look like a fine thing