there she sat in an orange jump suit, streets still yelling, wheres it at? police wanna get em But my girl wont rat. she full commissary, know shes getting Phat. And hard time aint no surprise, when I ride, open up my eyes my hands tied. aint nobody out there, when you in there, baby boy at home baby, looking out the window... she got a perfect chance, she knowing now, life is a dance. God only knows about the name they ran. yall look suspicious go on work it in the kitchen i do what i do, its just how i make my living yall pulling pistols they shooting missles in the event it counts buy my babies utensils server girl you a woman girl over and off your reserve u keep churning thunder I believe u can fly i believe you never run out of tries. kiss my lady on the lips to soon. be on the wauting list to the moon