Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassingImagine going to court with no trialLifestyle cruising blue behind my watersNo welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughtersDays are shorter, nights are colderFeeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobraThe world's hot my son got knocked evidentalyIt's elementary, they want us all gone eventuallyTrooping out of state for a plate knowledgeof coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollarsImagine everybody flashing, fashionDesigner clothes, lacing your click up with diamond voguesYour people holding dough, no paroleNo rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercoversJust some thoughts for the mindI take a glimpse into timewatch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"Thursday, June 25, 2009
if i ruled the world
Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassingImagine going to court with no trialLifestyle cruising blue behind my watersNo welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughtersDays are shorter, nights are colderFeeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobraThe world's hot my son got knocked evidentalyIt's elementary, they want us all gone eventuallyTrooping out of state for a plate knowledgeof coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollarsImagine everybody flashing, fashionDesigner clothes, lacing your click up with diamond voguesYour people holding dough, no paroleNo rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercoversJust some thoughts for the mindI take a glimpse into timewatch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"
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