Bars (RIP T)

I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo, here I am Flyin' down the street like Superman And I won't do it but my best friend can I won't do it but my best friend can Got them blue jeans, got them at Costco She hates that blue cheese, but loves tobasco But everybody knows that I'm your boss, yo But everybody knows that I'm the boss though He know I'm gonna write the words, I'm gonna play the strings And don't forget, I still fuckin' sing Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king (Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king) I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo-hoo, Tokyo Driftin' down the street in my sleep, go roll Rollin' down my window, I'll let everybody know That I bought this car with my puff as dough Yeah, my best friends don't need a wine glass They love the goon sack, up here it's all class But everybody knows that they can shake their ass But everybody knows that they can shake their ass I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire I got a feelin' I'll be fine, left it all behind In the house up in the hill that I once called mine I left the keys in the van, from sixty-nine 'Til the motherfuckin' madhouse (empty) Bars I got bitches Bitches Bitches And I got (and I got) I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo, here I am Flyin' down the street like Superman And I won't do it but my best friend can I won't do it but my best friend can R.I.P to the B.I.G Footy MVP Yeah, the big King T We'll miss you so much We love you, T