Code, Jeff, just let the beat go I'm reppin' the East Coast, so hold it now Until my nuts get room enough to breath I'ma break down the leaf, my brotha
we don't The best from each coast The midwest to the, "Dirty dirty" Even further to Miami All the way back to California (Hey, hey) It would probably be best
power I be the top dolla' scala, rockin' gold collars While you tryin' to sip the juice, I'm takin' swallows Step into my zone and get blown, my ways
right Hold up, it's amazin', so, so contagious I'm so impatient, my body's on fire So, stop your pacin', don't keep me waitin' Homey, grab my waist, set my
me Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Every dollar that I count can't go in my account My accountant can't count up all my money in a hour
with that hatchet tatted on your breast? You are my morbid thing, my horrorcore queen, My wicked witch of the Midwest; my east coast mistress; My down
some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five, oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life in the sunshine
, do you believe? I wouldn't trade you for nothin' The Division One leader, in the [Incomprehensible] Grabbin' numerous shorties, off the post Goin' coast to coast
of interesting faces And the dull ones make my weep Don't ask me what my sign is Instant intimacy runs cheap The ocean is so bountiful It spreads from coast to coast
her thanks a lot I cannot move My fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength To get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor Won
he stay and play his part Ain't scared to put a slug through a nigga's heart Takes the best of both worlds don't discriminate East coast, West Coast
my bag [Incomprehensible] bells ring, you know it's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number 2 Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room
rap just ain't my bag The noon bells ring you know that's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the
with my crew? Me and my crew, with me and my crew What would u do? What would u do? What would u do, if you could get with my crew? What would u, what
finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking Going coast to coast, watching
beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursing Twenty-two automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big, and my