floating Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin' Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion Pull a rover over
a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it It's a hard life
com'n, you better watch what you do nigga Nigga I'm com'n, you ballin, it's on you nigga (Bun B) From a penny, to a nickel, to a dime, and a quarter
off wit'cha head [B.G.] C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that's my clique nigga Don't you forget nigga You could, take us, for a, joke if you want And, you could,
In Fresh pearl-white Suburb 1500 No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick He should have knew Hot Boys wasn't bringin' back shit That's how
. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. Turk: Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind stupid shit Ain't that a bitch
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin' Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot
-A-N-G-S-T-A, B-O-S-S H-O-G-G O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas [Slim Thug] It's him Slim, T-H-U-G But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V
When we come at you? Killa nice with his hands like Vince Dasene Keep a semi with a light, that's named Prince Hakim Get more respect than a king, and a
Ward, I know you heard the name It's common like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine I'm hot, so hot I could burn a flame You ought to listen to
gettin' old, hey Next year I'll head out for the coast Whaddya say boys, that might just call for a toast, now whaddya say? I got a line, you got a pole
don't make twenties Enemies oh yeah man I got many I'm a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny Caught her
man I can't quit I need a forty and a forty cigarette down for my raza mira lo que pasa when it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa maybe orchata check
is still here and I'm still hot Wow, I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop When was the last time you heard a real anthem? Nas, the millionaire
try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion Horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb On nappy ass
, carz and all Niggaz on the block paper-chasin'+Play'n It Raw+ I'ain gangsta, thatz just gangsta in the studio I'ma gangsta, that shitz gangsta everywhere