double D's, what a sight You and me both, we can get respect Two triple shots of hen and we'll be on deck You my type, you old hoe, you my type, you
back draft 'Cause my fire retirin', aight then It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full
time God damn look at shawty she makin that ass jiggle I lke the way you wobbedy, wobbedy when it wiggle Anybody down for my nursery rhyme riddle Some of these hoes be full
Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a
back when we do it fluid Yes, nickel type fresh Blowin' out, blowin' out Blowin' out, blowin' out Blowin' out, blowin' out Blowin' out, blowin' out We always blow
glock went pop Tell me, tell me who shooting and who got shot Ring Around the Rosie, a pocket full of blow Everybody know the hop got you moving slow Pinocchio says ignore my
two deep in a fo' do' 'Slow Loud And Bangin'', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military
in a fo' do' [Z-Ro] Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded
the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my
priest] A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue
a mule kick, eight ball in the side pocket corner, one mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick, smoked the dipped, notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my
out fit like Taebo Get my findy Air Force Ones Shit wait I'm so old Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga? I tell her front, back, side to side
't trusting my money counter And that's the reason I count again You saw the forbes (Yeah) I'm suspicious Thinking everybody wanna take my riches Can't take my money out my
fuck you think it is Ridin up in the benz Totin two twins Racktop in the wind 24 inch rims From the west side west side it's him East side I'm stumblin
I got a room and a hard on, Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes When we head for my hideout
go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood Look at