' holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks,
holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg
holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey 'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Gripping grain and popping trunks
E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J, ain't no bitch who can do it
In your house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty I'm a felon ask J rock industries and ashtrays Rancid and hash-ay add gas and rap some And burn the
and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina L.A. is little Alabama They walk and
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
that bulls**t (That's right) And give you what you need Scream L 'Cuz we livin' and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X 'Cuz we experts and
and my trunks on pop,chop chop you know it dont stop the spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop and i stay ridn clean,driven screens yellow diamonds
But first Let me tell you what's worse October 31st Bloody Halloweens Screams and police sirens Rapid firing my automatic pistol I pop Chris And I pop
haters wanna hate, grown with it My God, I'm dope boy, fresh, hit the toe and Izod The most downloaded song in your iPODs Me and M H never tricked,
signed with my niggaz from H-Town Prince J and stayed down Made me put them cakes down I run the Bay now Shake and break like earthquakes now And fuck
'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda) [Verse 3 - Supa] I'm doin good and it feels great I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray supa
luther king and do the damn thing far as snitching goin like j-lo i can sing but ill eat you like a planet wing lets pop a cop and then pop some champagne
, huh I run my own and I'm my own self person No respect make the situation worse then Fillmoe, H.P. and Sunnydale, there's a playaz club everywhere you dwell Lakeview, P.H. and
round there and nobody can save ya Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off Now ease off, you have to defend your own so Now ease off, squeeze off, pop
Pat) N****z betta see a n***a roll Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-Pop my trunk
has returned and the diamonds still show I'm balling in the mall, got my new J's on I got my street tank on, I'm chucking a deuce up out the roof It's going down in H
