' it right And we havin' a party, later tonight Like Phil Collins said in, "The Heat Of The Night" 'Cause Cam rocks the party all night long 'Til when
time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat
rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation I know they got cabbage owning corporations IBM chryslers and shit is what they seeing" Just then a light bulb went off in my head
on the prowl I'm on the hunt for some one night love Best believe that it's goin' down Money and hoes, cars and clothes Diamond rings and ice grills
to run shit Spoken loud words all we want is his head He did some dumb shit Beef from Miami now Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit Noodles caught
the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast Keep them diamonds white and blue Spend like the rich and
man How you know that shit nigga? Ask your girl Last night I was up in them draws man Mr. like tough that Mr. like rough neck Mr. break head boards
kite Watch it where you moving at night, but either way In the day, you still pray, any way you lay your head Super kinetic and magnetic, who ready
week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds
when I talk, nigga, don't trip Yo', heat in the car, mine's in this, bitch I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on And my diamonds, my
get together we see diamond mist [Verse 3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck with my head I
when we all get together we see diamond mist (Violent J) I can smoke a stick of dinomite and not be dead I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay
rattin' I told the young nigga to learn to mack Pop in a Too $hort tape [B.G.] "Born to Mack" [Baby + (B.G.)] We hard-headed head bustas We don't give
, mega mess I love it when you walk around showin ya breast Load music got us shinin, drinkin wine Bustin out rubbers like it's 1999 Diamonds like street
on Greyhounds Traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind Don't wine 'cause play it nigga, I ain't even tryin' You dying beefin' with these niggas I cruise with yo head
throw up the fourth Fa'sho I'll show up to four And bleeh blow up the show Whoa!, ice bright man Like a night-light man Ice white like the head-lights