make you feel alone Don't it make you wanna get right on home More news from nowhere More news from nowhere, let me hear it now Well, here comes Elena with two black
end up in a pine box Seen CHORUS You better run go and get your money clip [Jully Black] Run go get your money clip Run go get your money clip The emcee
knee Like every good son of the south I had one grandaddy was a preacher man He loved the lord and he hated sin He used to let me go to church with him
gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's Dig? With a **** you in the trenches tryin' to reach it big On another rapper's **** go on represent where
When I take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine Now while Im kickin' niggas fiendin' Just to kill 'em though Before I go I get them Swishaz
spot where the mexicans hold tons Down in Mexico where the girls just strip But me I'm a pimp let them hoes keep dancin I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin Go
slippin' They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin' He healed up, let his anger build up Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the black
from bitches and sendin they spirits to heaven. I'm on an all black horse and in an all black cap, My pistols layin bad luck just like an all black cat
Hey, let's get away and get a room On other side of town Hey shawty, I was thinkin' of you (Ay, was you thinkin' of me, ay ay) Hey, let's get a room
black and red don't touch my car Screwed up click is who we are 25 lighters like DMD 20 inch rims on GMC Space age pimping like MJG Let the world know
the yard Hard Candy so sweet And I could never get enough Hard Candy so easy For me to love One night on the mountain back in the pine trees Candy let
got Full blast all night 'Cause I got my swagger back, say what I got my swagger back, aha You better get your swagger back Let's go I know you love
, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock Second comin' of this black Alfred Hitchcock Kick in the door wavin' the four-four Ten shots to your spleen Let
little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go
see another day on the block Movin? rocks got us full pockets plus knots in our socks But now, money be comin? in wad?s like blocks Let?s go half on