let's pretend the street is the room. And you are a Camry. 'Cause your drama candid. The Tito to my Randy. Now let's produce some thrillers. My chocolate wit' yo vanilla, uh. The sun'll come out. Nothing
' the game makin' it harder For niggas that freeze again like Braxton. I be hittin' niggas with thrillers like Mike Jackson. I'm a problem, number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun. It's hollow
