Tekster:
Palace Brothers Riding

Where you going riding, boy? I'm gonna ride on down to see you Where you going riding, boy? I'm gonna ride on down to see you Where you going riding,

for the millionaires Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin' Honeys start to stare 'Cause game is money and money is game And broke brothers

sharp, stayed rockin' balance And a fat pussy laid down in the Cadi' Back of the seat or back of the palace I'm a hot boy, it really don't matter My brother

you make a wrong move psychological error Terror evil stronger and darker Throughout the journey of life but I'm not ya preacher Teacher the Devil's own creature Killin' one another brother

my only reply I'm screamin' it when I'm leavin' see the fire in these foolish eyes Don't give a damn about the Po-Po Find a ride with my brotha on my

millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers

down (Talib Kweli) We lyrically rich, livin, spiritually fit Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy In God's eyes I'm wealthy Felt the power as I entered the palace

millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers

[Talib Kweli] We lyrically rich, livin, spiritually fit Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy In God's eyes I'm wealthy Felt the power as I entered the palace