Thing, thing, Miss everything I like them diamonds Like a pirate looking for treasure, I know how to find them And you can best believe these boys, they like
liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little class like half days And the confidence to overlook my past ways Time heals all and heels hurt to walk
you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L
the Audemar Flawless diamonds In other words that's called perfect timing I feel like I'm favored I feel like a savior They clockin my neck, I feel like
5 And plus I been smart a long time Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check It's on '
shit so bright She want my number call me tonight Pick up the phone like [Chorus 2:] A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the
, her name is Ra'nette She lives on the west side I hit the L.A.X I'm so impressed by the way that she dress She walks like a model, the girl is so fresh
here Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction Niggas that don't like me get the knife for
mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop
my mind like made it up I imagined it I don't got a mind, I abandoned it in a cabinet So I could be a candidate for writing a few hits Walking a few pits
ll always be I want you to know, your special I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk The way you smile, the way you swingin' them hips when you walk
ya dome blown, blow it back South Central couldn't hold his potential Monumental, hood credentials W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right we gon' get in and get out (other man) we on a roll, nigga [continues, indistinct] [Verse 1: WC] I'ma walk it down, now fuckin
to this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo ain't no city in the world like this, and if you ask how I know I gotsta plead the 5th, Miami
walked in I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?" She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings" We always did it like that
wear blue or red, we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells
that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive a green Honda with legs like
some money on it"} I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit End up with a hawk in your esophagus Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis