who like the finer things Flowers, cards and candy, they don't mean a thing You gotta control her and drool her with diamond rings When shawty starts walking
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
time I check Niggas don't measure up, and try and blame the Pyrex(Damn) I'ma do it bigger than a 5 X Can't ride with an L, so I don't drive Lex Game so
was 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
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
Next, 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
do it Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it New York, they ain't ready for it A T L, they ain't ready for it Oh, oh, oh, they ain'
I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid And walk the streets up in
am, was that part of a man Or your son I just whipped on the mic and sent home Big quick, shit, New York, Stockholm Kike and a Wop Wiping a cock Walking
you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special L.A.X. to J.F.K. that's where it all happened Caught you walkin
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
All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes
cash and I act mad, I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol' Lac, a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, and Im feelin
5, meet you on the corner of Marriot You ready, you got the E and J and The Machete? We goin' upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty We walked in both of
dawg {"Put some money on it"} [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUSE! [Royce Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L