Sangtekster:
Leaves Eye

better the ride! Suckers talk, but I never reply Don't hate, cause I've never been a confederate guy So when I die, I look God dead in the eye He said

lazy eye Everybody let's take off Our fancy pants tonight (Fancy, fancy, you're so fancy) (Fancy, fancy, you're so fancy) Grab those tight And lacy bottoms Don't leave

, mammy's on the floor Shaking that booty, oh, yeah Shaking that booty, oh, yeah Shaking that booty, oh, yeah Shaking that booty, miss fatty I'm electrified, got my eye

the things we like to do The next time I come home I'll stay (girl yeah yeah) I hear you calling I've gotta get back home I'll never leave again I

a soul die, plus you the man lookin' too fly (But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye,

a soul die, plus you the man lookin' too fly (But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye,

still livin' with your goodbye And you're just goin' on with your life How can you just walk on by without one tear in your eye? Don't you have the

., A.K. and a M-16 A 12 gauge street sweeper with the circular clip Quick to let projectiles fly, you die And watch your fat moms cry, bull's eye I cramp

with a baseball and a bat in his hand Daddy had him swinging from the time he could stand Out in the sandlot he was king at the plate He kept his eye