rag on (Yo?, boy) When she sang that song she's turnin? me on If would have known her pops was home Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the
My girl aint around let's get down And I hope the phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap [Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back
the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit jewels and barrel lens Heavy bones on
Television on the gas tank The fuel make the ass stank I mean to be rude My bass tubes are in a glass tank Go strap your seatbelts on Go put your money
shoes My entourage is bout it bout it makin gangstas groove Silkk the shock what's that on your stomach (silk) that's my tru tattoo Well I'll be God damned nigga Cause I got that on my
fatigues see my greed keep me hungry I'm a No Limit spar wanna get it on when your gone blows have the tank up on your lawn was born to bust out niggas
, new Jag on the set, durag on my neck Breathe, and then hide your bait 'Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent Whoa, on the lowdown bring the
. I feel pretty good today, This time I can see it. This time when I see her face, the words will come out right. I comb my hair, and put on my favorite
' in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on Microphone
supporters Hook: I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" (2x) [Verse 2] My baretta will
afuera That's my business, my drawings what eva Slangin hierba diez bolas al toke Slangin ink con placazos al sobres Slang my cornbread, dessert and a juice Saw my homeboy get shot on
been a good year Where my ruff ryders, we still in here Now all my motherfuckin' peoples say yeah, yeah Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say yeah, yeah Now all my motherfuckin' ladies
-nose Haulin? apples grade A, swap trailers on payday Your meat get delivered on tough beats While y'all supposed to be movin' on tough streets Play it
cocaine lady, white lady, by the key I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen Two outta one, step on it to win They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on
playboy bunny, even if you can't see I don't give a damn if you security or you got a degree, at USC My uncle, my cousin, or my auntie You could be one
pounds He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back And you know, Ludacris got my fucking
shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don'