'Cause they heard about you business And these fuck niggas trying to end this So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli Me and my cousin named Chopper and
' them, dice all day Kept hook shot, nice all day Right hook fight, nice all day Nigga left for a night To keep money, right all day Break a night all
And I might get laid if the remix gets played So throw this on the radio like 50 times a day I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town Goin
fried Singin' that's the day a part of me died That's the day a part of me died Oscar has his things all tattered and worn Full of holes and mostly
a hot, hot Sunday, jump up around a quarter to ten Had to run and get this blunt that I left in my Benz I lit the shit and caught a early mornin' buzz And
me, dog We straight Gs' then we came here to ball Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin
One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yeah whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yo whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time Aiyyo
thought how one stained glass window from this Church Would feed his family for years Then there's those fine cars parked outside Too many for me to count
The dominant will resource And count me script crews and world wars Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MCs And 10 Gs, I'll show each Never interfere and
'm under the gun Take this job and shove it son I keep it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid And dance with my baby at the end of the day I'm a-yelling
kids to Disney No revenge I just want my family and friends fuck the benz and you can have the millions All I want is a worm and a fishing pole behind
nigga, my nigga My Nigga SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL(*gunshots*) SOUTH PARK
fucks, three shits, and one damn Scram you bitch you ain't with my fam I don't cut for the jealous Guess where your gal is All on my weenie like mustard and
I come through with the blue Coug And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind '
we been down together since day one When you see the spray gun [Ike Man] Los I'm thinking nothing but stacks Unless it's flipping in 'llacs Big body Benzes and Jags We count
gon' make me wait 'til tomorrow She spoke Arabic and Swahili, She'd say, "Upendo anta Habibi" You so bright, you sound like my TV Then one day, she
of a thing otherwise loseable, and in the body count of a brand new day, you wake up and the world has wandered away, a vacuum of potholed parking lots
go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it around Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues