drinking See the lasses smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling They'd ask me was I hired, the wages I required
, I hold the street crown I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match I would name my cars, but I
weak noise I write, busta go and get your little weak boys You know what bring a player joy? Playin' with them glock toys See I avoid all suckas trippin
you know about me A loked out, funky ass pimpin' OG Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see I just gave up the funk, now I'm O U T Ooh, givin
I live Mack these hoes every chance I get Like a drop SL, three times black I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to mack I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
your man or just thump your freak I come to your town, I'm not under I want your name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll call
my nigga til the ending, an, I started wit Dru, I started wit Smoke-A-Lot, hangin wit me, so I gives a fuck, Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his
your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked I'm too busy
ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a n-gga aint running shootin a jump shot running a track meet but this pimp
in my game let me be your remedy man I can hit your ears with the words that I share SO taste this feel forenow I made the grave a rumpely sound that
all October to when you caught your wife bending over Broke up your home now you're on your own You lost your dignity; your self-respect is gone I got
was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yep) And I'ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs God-damn~! That's what you call a home-run I knock
what I'm talkin' 'bout (I-I-I-I'm) Everybody wanna mother*** know why I Dress so fly, sit so high ***, I do it for the hood *** *** *** I do it 'cause
I brush, any mic I clutch With these lyrical styles of such And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and
And when I was young good damn I was a bad boy I remember playing catch a girl, kiss a girl Like a sucker getting slapped every time I pucker But I kept
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
Scarface Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till the day I die I'ma thug, I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la Niggas
