Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and fate I was 'round
[Intro] Yeah Yo, check it out It's J Foxx The black Hugh Hef We got my man, Tank The love machine Yo, check it out We got Lil' Jon in the house You know
wanna catch a buzz" i done told you once you son of a bitch, mine's the best there ever was then they fired up doobies one by one, ain't gonna stop
motto: To each his own Got speed, its on Flesh freed, he home Then wea??d go wrong, it wasna??t in the plan Designed by the Man upstairs This testimony
than Cheech & Chong Livin' by the motto, 'To each his own' Got speed, its on, Flesh freed, he home Then we'd go wrong, it wasn't in the plan Designed by the Man
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
ass licked by this cat named Tom I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped (Stop!) They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top (Stop
back with the work like (Take it all, you need me) Yes, sir Niggas better get wit the program I'm fast on a track But I kill a slow jam Oh man, goddamn
you reduced to tears The lad called 'Thingy' for six whole years Yeah, that's right, my name's Bob The one who landed the pop star's job The one who
Webbie And Phat Oh Yeah This Shit Right Here Gone Jam I Got Tha Black One The Grey Ones Da White And Blue Ones Too I Like The Brown One Da Best Cause
P. Diddy Finna blow past 50 you gon? have to (Wipe me down) We the best, I?m a fool, I?m the hemi man Red light, green light, yellow light, get it man
pressure on a man without a gun in my hand His limpin' lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze
on With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank
mouth shit my nigga, ah Man niggas ain't with that shit my nigga I don't play that shit no more man As soon as a nigga start talking that shit Man, you
about to mess up Man Buddha played a song for me 'cuz I just shook my head like uh uh uh uh Dead broke and 'bout to go crazy Half a tank of gas, two
north too, no top on the Benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the wind Look, the needle to the gas tank
Man, this bitch blowing my beeper up Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man Sup? Guess you wondered where I was at When you beeped me last
dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler Gangster player, hardcore motherfucker living today To be honest, I?m totally and completely on his dick And you know this, man