I'm talking bout you Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! If you think you're up here when you're really down here Guess what? I'm talking bout you!! Take
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
on it I'd a told ya over and over I don't feel like talking no more It's about to go down (Yeah like I told ya) I told y'all (I told y'all) Everybody
, look up [VERSE 1] Hollow a mountain out Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million
, green rocky road You be promenade, promenade in green Talking 'bout love now, talking 'bout love Talking 'bout love now, talking 'bout love Hey, you gotta walk to the river, brother
for whatever, we never Lyrically I'm next to the king, Ceredda If y'all think I'm as good as his son, you should consider, I'm better A first class male
I do today? What can I do today I'm talking 'bout the soul all alone Needing the daily bread Someplace to lay his head, yeah, hey And I'm talking about
hook I'm bout to explode I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down From locked
friend battlin you Pop shit my gangs on Runyan Avenue You niggas aint crooks plus you all shook Have you mom suck my cock while i read playboy books I
... You see... I don't even belong where you are, you see I hope not! I, I'm a simple person, you know I have very small desires in life Titties 'n beer
wins, I'm about to hit the skinz Pete Rock Talkin bout the skinz The skinz That's right, talkin bout the skinz baby No disrespect, just talkin bout
, I'm about my stacks And my mouth don't chat, I let my bout-bout clap But I ain't with that though, I'm tryin to get that dough (Yaowa) Beamer, Benz
be.. oh green rocky road You be promenade promenade in green Talking 'bout love now, talking 'bout love Talking 'bout love, talking 'bout love Hey you gotta walk to the river brother
my friend battlin you Pop shit my gangs on Runyan Avenue You niggas aint crooks plus you all shook Have you mom suck my cock while i read playboy books I
t you please Have mercy [Chorus] I'm talking 'bout the soul all alone Needing the daily bread Someplace to lay his head, yeah And I'm talking about
said, "I can turn a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too." "Can you swing a hammer, boy?" "Yes sir, I'll do anything you hire me to." Spoken
, look up [VERSE 1] Holla a mountain out Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million
's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's