Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz, Pussy Ass Niggaz [Intro:] Yeah...Ray Cash, Bun B Cleveland, P.A.T...stand up huh, stand up huh! [Ray Cash:] This for
[Ray Cash Talking:] Uh, Yeah, Uh Yeah, I'm So sexy right now. Flip ya mirror down look at ya self if ya sexy. I'm a Pimp in my own f*ckin mind. (Yes
(Gladys Knight) Are you gonna be Say that you're gonna be [Jaime Foxx:] Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh... [Chorus: J.Foxx] She said she wants some Marvin Gaye
pistol packin got that thang up on my lap before you niggas think you jackin Imma clap and let it blow [Hook:] Nigga smoke somethin, smoke somethin, Ray Cash
[Intro:] Take how you want it Take, take it how you take it Take, take it how you want it Nigga, nigga... [Ray Cash:] Shall I speak on my niggaz behalf
holla at me.. [Ray Cash:] To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas Like to welcome you to Cleveland, this the home of Ray Scrilla Where we all
Ray Cash:] I know this aint life man. I know I aint here just for this man. Theres gotta be a better way man. Gotta be. [Verse 1:] [Ray Cash] Scene one
hate me even more Tell me is it my chain, my bling Cuz a nigga simply Do The Damn Thing! Tell these haters I'm gettin.... [Ray Cash:] I'm gettin that
it now right away right away I need some fucking cash you need some fucking cash we all need some fucking cash run and get my gun cash cash I need some fucking cash
the coupe hot damn It?s a new day I remove the roof as if it?s a toupe To shed light on the jewels, viewed in blu-ray High definition I get cash Two-
till a nigga can't shine no more I'm a smoke so weed I cant find no more I'm a keep my chest bluish, keeping hittin' 'em hard like Ray Lewis Till they
up in the sky Off that Al Green, sippin' a OB Who that G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B? Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc It'
broken stand as the price you pay To breakaway, oh, breakaway, oh Ronde, Ronde, Ronde, Ronde Ray To breakaway Janie slipped from behind the bar last night Cashed
Rodney King got. Or get beat to your death like Cochise, my laws is no peace, fuck the police. MCs get braggin' about cash they collect, but them chumps is like Ray
none o' y'all can put in the card to kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder
Jersey Drive I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearin' ponies And them older niggas was snappin' on me How many rappers know me? I know what cash
game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play, just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass So watch the
in the limo Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts Told them we got it in ten [Incomprehensible], yo Ray Ray