pretty country girl And a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now Doller at che, yeah When the sticks meet the bricks You gon' see all a my people Up
government Santana in the basement Mixing up the medicine [Hook x2] Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine How I was the basement Mixing up the
again, bitch keep acting as if you have the same passion I have yeah right, still hungry, my ass You ass-dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire
s block, I block writers My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up
boys insane Little Angel says, "Oh, everybody form a line Oh, everybody form a line" Sparks fly on E Street when the boy- prophets walk it, handsome and hot
Talkin bout the greatest better throw him on the list too (who) Way at the top even stopped dreamin even in the offseason Im steamin (hot) Hurry up somebody better check our temperature On the fire
a light on a late night . fire up a philly 'bout to get my head right. Stopin at a light on a late night. fire up a philly 'bout to get my head right
Dave, this a monster When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when the beast come
're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys
that bit me I feel for you victims with everything up in me A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, 'cause I'm stimmi off the
It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys
Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put
lock motherfucker. Yo zane, come on come on come on come on come on what what what what.... Chorus: I got my top down (top down) My nigga hot now (hot
don't wanna cross us Force us, to leave your body corpsed up (?)(?)(?)Tell em boys horsed up While we fledding 12's 300 horsed up My hand never far from
and the wind and the fire Not, you ain't even halfway hot, not lukewarm You don't got no form, you [unverified] All caught up in bein' waterproof When you shoulda been tryin' to catch up
for the streets, it's the D R E Right back up in ya motherfucking ass '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D R E right back up on top of thangs Smoke
And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo Come see the one at the show of your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right I ain't