Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box Yo
till this mother fucker ends And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang On any young nigger with some ends A mobile phone and a drop
switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high 'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol
that? And who can fuck wit me? You not built up I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all
The raw rapper, spot snapper Wit the lil' hookers on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker A shy nigga but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter And if I
sex Ooh, my goodness sex at first sight girl When I look at you walkin' and talkin' While you strutin' that thang across the room Shit, you almost made me spill
you what's happenin' Mo thugs reachin', broke into this store To this industry made it 'bout time And I been hungry long enough anticipatin' Waitin' years fo' ya
you what's happenin Mo thugs reachin, broke into this store To this industry made it bout time And i been hungry long enough anticipatin Waitin years foe ya
game Yo, I'm still on top of the game And the thrill's still hotter than flame What I spill cause drama to brains And I bill drop bombs on ya lane
traps and all my hoes Life is, too short, I stay on my toes G'd up, spill gin and juice on brand new clothes Pulled up, hit a switch and dropped the
click thicker A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya With no waitin' catch ya slippin' then jam ya up Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me Play by
click thicker A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me Play by the
thangs sweet reeling round ya corner (Tell me whats the deal yeah yeah) We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (Can you feel me ) We roll thangs
that cocaine out your house, sight that any. Here no evil, see no evil, bit (Shoestring) Gangsta from tha streets. Muthafucka dont make me bust ya, buck ya
thang boyz was braided wit fames When the West Coast was the thang boyz went datin insane Now the truth is they say I love ya ya ya grill And they studda
been provided by ya'll Reciprocated and multiplied by more You likely to see jigga in a wide body or Drop-top bently is all, holla at me ya'll Chorus
'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here (g.b.!) We're goin through the same thing [ verse 1: willie d ] Weapons bein loaded and cocked, bodies drop
ya best, yes! Dress, to impress, spark this bitch's intrest Jazzy on the beat so sweet Ladies if ya feel me grab ya titties for B-I-G [Nelly] Okay ma