than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than ever Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather I'm a Good
pockets never empty cause we rock shows consistently i'm she shit fool now you will get away from me i am a rhyming fine tune machine therefore i'm steps
get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap I'm so fly, but you already
Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach,
I go, I mean like everywhere I go I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 1] I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey
I'm feeling so ashamed And I don't want to lose my friendship over it I've gotta keep the faith, yes I do [ginuwine] Cause I'm still your boy, I've
and I's got it in the smash for sure Now it's movies and soundtracks This is where your career stop at Aiyyo, I drink to that I'm like a dictionary,
I got ninety-nine problems, and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga Man, carefree livin' But I'm not Sean or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rolling
Originally recorded for the Georgia soundtrack I got a feeling of unrighteousness bitter cold hollow bitterness down the road I walk with loneliness
it all comes down to I did, I did what a nigga had to do, come on [hook] Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I'm a be the dog that I am, you know, d The type
like two months So I figured I'd leave him wit like two fronts I break up shit to let him know that I'm real Reminder, I know where you live so don't
It's not like I wouldn't dream if you had not shown the way It's not like I wouldn't fight not knowing 'bout your life It's not like I wouldn't stand
tell these niggaz how its bout to be im in it and i been in it ak spin it dont make me start this shit nigga then end it dunkin on thes niggaz chourse
drivin', while I do the jackin' Cube: maniac with brainiac, mack 10! Mack: my nigga if you plot it, best believe I got it Mack: and it's on... feel the
she falls her is all that matters(that's the way she wants it) I said that I could never starve* or be played by a player (and now I'm being flaunted) Now i'm
in I said hold it to the rock and let it in Oh what a whirlwind that we are in I said hold it to the rock and we're both in While I move away
(Where I'm at?) I'm on the floor watching my investment Buttoned up, some call it grown up look I like to call it havin money that fold up look That
ya fuckin' lump off Think I'm bama, think I'm country well I'am bitch And I got bullets I can share and I ain't selfish Dirty boy I got just what you