Lil' Zane Lyrics

Lil' Zane Lyrics

"Callin' Me Lyrics"

September Song Lyrics
Writer(s): Anderson/Weill Oh, it's a long, long time from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November And these few precious days I'll spend with you These precious days I'll spend with you

I live the life of a celebrity
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats ??SHOULD LET US SEE??

Lil Zane (112)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Can I talk to you for a minute?
It's like I been doin a lot of interviews
Just people be callin my name everywhere, "Hey zane!"]
(so crazy life's so, crazy)
[cmon]

I live the life of a celebrity
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats ??SHOULD LET US SEE??
I'm getting paid like im 'posed to
My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too
I switch positions with them cold cats
I write raps, make millions like that
I like that (hey yeah) really never was a rich man
A rubber band FOR A wrist bands
Got dough and had to switch plans
Trouble still don't stop
The freeway getting chased by some bad
Reckless Life Lyrics
I'm reckless and feelin' no pain You know I've got no need to control Livin' with the danger I'm always on the edge now With million dollars visions that I hold Livin' like this never ever tore my life apart I know how to maintain and You know I know my part On a holiday A permanent vacation I'm livin' on a cigarette with wine I'm never alone 'cause I got myself Yes,
bitches
wanting AUTOGRAPHED PICTURES(oohh)
They want my name tattooed on them
thinkin for a minute hit that ass make a move on them
Hey! hennessey with the chardonnay, mix it
I put the trees in the GARCE twist it (whooaa yeah)
A true player smoking purple hair
Two shots in the air for my true thugs out there
(This life I live of mine)

Chorus: 112 (Lil' Zane)
This life I live of mine(yeah)
This life is crazy(yeah)
I waste no time at all(ahuh)
They won't stop calling me(its goin down baby)
This life I live of mine(yeah)
This life is crazy(yeah ahuh)
I waste no time at all
They won't stop calling me(ugh)
Calling me, calling me, calling me, say my name(Hey lil Zane!)
Calling me, calling me, calling me, say my name!(Hey lil Zane!)

Let me explain what the game
Subject To Change Lyrics
Life is looking up again she's back where she belongs And my old heart is on the man she was gone so long From loneliness to happiness my life I rearrange She won't stay but she's here today subject to change Subject to change overnight and be gone Free and contained the wild one must know To love and leave and love again to her isn't strange So for the time I'll call her mine subject to chan
is like
I did a show in california had to be in Las Vegas the same night
Me and 112 on the same flight and getting tired
It aint easy being worldwide (worldwide, worldwide, worldwide)
I seen murder come with fame in this rap game
Gotta stay straped if you rap so i pack thangs
All my dogs pack thangs
And plus we love to ball
Dont want no problem with you homie I mean none at all (not at all)
And to my rich cats with them big faced bills in the air
My POOR cats ??SELL?? more sex to you there
Love green millionaires
Been all around the world
Turned the squares into true players
Cheap watched us turn to cardiers
Locals turned to gators
Point 3's turn to 5 c's all these car keys
Jump in the benz hit the ??SHOCK?? bar (this life I live)
You know they love to see a hot star
I Can Sleep When I'm Dead Lyrics
(Leslie Winn Satcher/Max T Barnes) Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line, I'm just a hard hat on the line Well I'm dog tired and draggin But I'm gettin my second wind These boots were made for dancin And kickin back with friends Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint
> Chorus
*Lil' Zane w/ variations*

And for my dogs I ain't seen in awhile
I still got love for y'all ain't got a chance to return your call
I'm in chicago
I'm getting paid man bigger figgas everywhere that I go
I'm still hearing about drama poppin in the hood
i heard you niggas doing good and i like that
Irv said y'all got the block locked
He tell me K and big Chris driving drop tops
Flossing I'm getting letters FROM MY FANS hard to write back
Put a fly picture in the mail hope they like that
Prayin that the fame don't kill us all
The magazines to the big screens
He ain't easy as the shit seems
Throwin up my dueces as a pass by
Showing love to the southside all the players outside
And we gon' spend g's tonight
Hotels on me shits green tonight
C'mon!