2 tha top of the world to the top baby (4x) To tha top of the world out here on my own, didn't wanna help me so I hang strong, got a ride, gotta stay
, its ya boy lil sam real rich in the game,hold up(hold up),ill make ya bizness fold up, im risin to the top now im bout to blow up,lil sam has left the
fresh new jeans fresh new hats fresh new sneaks my pops claimed to be im out on the scene now look at me now haters lookin crazed remember me now thats lil sam
Sam set me up, 'cause them bullets squeezed up From the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there Then they all peeled out in the rental, aluminum Sam
go free to blow with the calicos and the navajos it's just the way this player knows anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked
wit my click (yo!) [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them
doing this for my niggas! (NIGGA!) [Big Sam] C'mon, C'mon C'mon, C'mon Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon [Lil' Jon] M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS! Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz
l-i-l r-o-m-e- keep it jumpin check the billboard for proof play and simple in other words am me am wet like sam cassel am from the sons i bring water
got under her spell like dave Karesh now im watchin every curve on her hips and thighs not trying to miss wat it do next stomach flat like she holdin her breathe god damn lil
what i got to tell ya sexy lil butter cup you can be the runner up even tho cold days cats free and tumble up hot lil thang give for this game and treat
his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam What you mean
this for my niggas! (NIGGA!) [Big Sam] C'mon, C'mon C'mon, C'mon Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon [Lil' Jon] M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS! Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch
dead and gone that got caught in the rep And my other heroes still livin But they locked up behind bars, caught up in some pigeons Like my lil cousin jimmy,lil
me shook Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson And Sam Cook Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang Sittin there kickin it with Malcolm till the day game Lil
dentist Ya'll sound like gimmicks, ya'll sound quite finished And all ya'll hang around a bunch of clowns like grimace Meanwhile, on the other side of
in his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam What you mean
Caress Now I'm watchin every curve on her hips and thighs trying not to Miss what it do next Stomach flat like she holdin her breath Got damn lil mama
, free to blow, with the calicos and the navajos, it's just the way this player knows anything goes, finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me
