over here get crunk over there Everybody's hands in the motherfuckin' air Hot but you feelin' good You ain't on the clock so it's all good You havin' you a ball
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll Long barrell .38 loaded I'm John Wayne in Geronimo So I dont really know whats got some these p-ssies panties in a ball
we ball hogging like we balling for the heat I did it first for passion, man this shit least cost a G Warner Brother TIG, turn this bitch to Dawsons creek Poppa Johns
me a faggot 'cuz I hate a pussy Man the fuck up sissy g's pull your car and just freeze up Put your hoes down, shady ease up Man, chill, nah I can't
, destroy you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to *Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound* Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls I cut 'em off, i
't stayed calm since Need the ball .... ...homie that get ugly this is... Man I don't think you ready I said we get everybody the ball ... I said ahh give me the ball
Metro part with the plan, make major figures Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back You got shot, get off my ball sack You not hot, give me a
Stuy in July Blacker than the seed in the blackberry pie Blacker than the middle of my eye Black like feh-lah man cry Some man wan ask "Who am I?" I
was brought up An' I know that you were smilin' when you seen the car I bought her An' you sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled up
we roll Yo, any nigga be a man for a minute y'know Then he, turn around once he know you got dough It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)] Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo, chop this niggas man
dealers on a mission Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york city The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me Balled out in bingo halls,
, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette While your man
Then moms started chasin that base, like Willie Mays My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40 days Trouble was my ball and chain, shorties would call
a lady Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who
neck titty Bitch I'm rollin down south With a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth And sport a hank allen cowboy hat But after I tap it, man fuck that Bitch
neck titty Bitch I'm rollin down south With a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth And sport a Hank Allen cowboy hat But after I tap it, man fuck that Bitch
Hound doggin this muthufucka Raise up off my nizzgas Get off my nuts Get off me, bitch Ah shit, muthufuckin' hound dogs what? Swingin, from my balls