Song Description

nice nice nice.

Lyrics

i saranade the streets by the light of the moon
an if they lock me up in jail i hope they let me out soon
or stick me with a fine i got it under control
i break an crack the wardens skull an take a trip to the hole
i was born an raised gutta celebrity what they told me
i never had nothin but a few tru homies
i sit back an forget that pac is dead
i sit an have a conversation up in my head
it was all a dream like biggie said
reality is too hard ill take a coma instead
so i toast to the hard times
hard rhymes iv always had but nobody seems to have time to listen
i have visions of my riches
i can be rich if i fill my premonition
my will to move on an take my life as it lyes
listen to the neverending story from the neverending guy

(chorus)
ima neverending story of a neverending sky
its the neverending smoke of a neverending high
its the neverending tears of a neverending cry
its the neverending bars on a neverending rhyme
ima neverending story of a neverending sky
its the neverending smoke of a neverending high
its the neverending tears of a neverending cry
im the neverending money from a neverending guy

once again its time saranade
i got the game to blowup like a hand grenade
an if u ain't scared now u should be afraid
once u hear this im in u like some Gatorade
now be afraid
i take the good an the bad
an i take the ok
i mix them all together
an i watch them decay
im takin over makin trunks knock
i take the stock an raise it up an watch the honeys flock
to my ride the great divide now where was i
stereotyped "he was prolly out gettin high smokin his pipe"
no i wasent i was prolly somewhere held in by the weather
now stick that in ur pipe an light it inhale whatever
ima spit my tight flows through whatever i feel
u think u got me stressed out no im overhere chilled
u wanna see my future u wanna see my future block
i take the cover off the rim an move the hands of the clock

(chrorus)

i saranade once i saranade twice
3rd times a charm i saranade ice
this verse is a change of pace
its a vision of my future an the money i make
big rims on the candy painted caddy
tinted up windows am i stuntin like my daddy
i stretch my chain out to the charm
diamonds line the chain thats the length of my arm
my pitbull got a collar made up of peridots
thats worth more than most peoples pair of yachts
big money chasin cleaner than a mason
ima own a lake way bigger than jasons
ima take the phantoms an ima take the hummer
you cant afford it oh thats a bummer
oh so cold u have a right to be sad
ill help you out heres a quarter take the bus to rehab

(chorus x2)