Sam Bowie Lyrics

I'm looking like Mike when he haired hair
Go challenge them at the dog contest, killing them bodies in square
I really doubt they have it to wear, for a cannel sound genious
The Lenin and his friends in the jail
You see what's happening here, anything go nowhere

Mafia is snapping the pairs, selling spectacles in gase
Ha my bitch is best and you know that my best friend is the queer
Ha that nigga cool low, but now who don't it showing up going through rows
She's feeling easy in the studio, aha my life I feel it like I' moving rough
For me don't know if you find down,
I scorning so much that you need the time out
I'm face to face with the scarline, knowing bout the nigga,look it now like the star downThe Kid Daytona - Sam Bowie - http://motolyrics.com/the-kid-daytona/sam-bowie-lyrics.html
Facing women at the dinner table, aha, exactly face she makes on my stable
Exactly living long as I'm able, as long as your evil won't ever let him blame
Bottom on my shoes or slippery, at that day I looked so small with no vanity
Selling though and I'm smelling like 15 degrees, separate relation from the paper only 6 degrees
See you on the Dallas on the double bed, ain't belong to me but I'm touching that
'Cause I wanna know this life is so love to friends, and there's no such things is much to ask
Should have been number one but they infected me,
I know what you're thinking: how they fuck they missed me?
Now niggas wanna call my phone, but there's only a thing that I want to know
Where my money are, where my mother fucker money are?
Go in hell yea unless you come with cash
Where my mother fucker money are?