up in the mornin', glorious to see Then I hit the streets knowin' that I got beef So since I got beef, it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate
Limit lady, Ms. Fuckin Ain't Seeing Shit if you ain't payin' straight bangin if the deals lookin flaky I'll love this 380 bitch, so don't try to play
Side, H-town is thowin up the duce and givin niggas dab you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (uh-huh) We're thowin up the duce and givin
like it's hot 'Cus we up in here tonight Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin' Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up Don't nobody move
x4) (Project Pat) Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in back Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up Need to get bout a hustle mission Get up
nots, keep the thang cocked And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain Gang bang slang came and ain't
ain't givin' a fuck) Keep it movin' movin', keep it goin' goin' (Like Xzibit ain't givin' a fuck then just throw your hands up) Keep it movin' movin',
't go right E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck L.L. Cool J is on the microphone
of that too And I hope it ain't too non ghetto to seep through And keep you twisted and locked like dreads do Who said you wasn't gonna feel the heat
' darlin' baby.." I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' love.." I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot "You're my darlin' darlin' baby.." I ain't
're Yo, I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot Jump on top of my dick and work them hips until I bust a shot It doesn't stop, I'm only beginnin' I'm bonin
gas tank, I fill 'em on up And my shows is robbery style, they givin' it up I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up And these haters are
' injured Nigga, don't you know by now the tank can't be dented? And when we reach a hundred million cartridges We ain't finished bitch, shoot yourself in the head If you can't
throw yo hood up Throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up Now to all my real soldiers throw yo hood up Throw yo hood up, throw yo hood up Fancy cars, diamond
be some tank dawgs, and we ain't runnin' [chorus] Tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas Be a tank dawg, we dem tank
' thang Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown and the 90's Twomp twomp put yo' guns up When the tank Dogg roll up who got the weed nigga? Hold up I'm the King of Oakland nigga raise up I ain't givin
you jump now nigga [G-Quikk] Ain't nothin' colder, ain't nothin' cooler... Ooh! Don't let the smooth ice fool ya [Mystikal] 'cause I ain't that type