know what I wanna do without you I don't know what I'm gonna do about you, you, you, you Let's go, Starsky and Hutch man Fire and Stick, light ya blunts up Light ya blunts
lamp The last thing on they mind, is motherfuckin summer camp And eighty out of a hundred All they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get blunted
album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do Everybody sayin', boy too souped up Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up Who
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind Gone with the wind, gone with the wind Sitting on my old block, reminiscing again Put the fire to the blunt, take
me that pussy too I be doin this shit on a regular basis Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places I can pull out my little black phone book Flip every last
Chorus] Uh-huh, uh-huh Geah Don't even worry about it though, you ain't missed nuttin It only gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe now Look like the
still [Verse 6: Trae] I still swang to the left, 84's sittin under Tha Truth and these haters watchin my moves, from the way I butterflyed the Coupe
Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy Ready
advised, advice for my advisaries Get a weapon and ride, Ice comin' soon With a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots Put a tunnel through your coupe
H, this how it go nigga [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] Let's get it crunk let's make it jump, H-A-Dub on keep it pump Smoke a blunt pop a trunk, I'ma teach you
LL Cool J It was Harlem at the rukus I saw you with your man, a smile on your face, huh, A coach bag in your hand I was laying in the coupe with
rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on the block slinging P last
m a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em Exhaust on the Aston That next choice you make might be your last one Shit that I needed
(feat. B.G.) [Lil Wayne] Keep pimpin [x5] I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front One cookin the crack, one rollin' the blunt You get pussy
this is love this is more than a crush It was all ....(up at Rutgers) I saw with your man smiling, huh, a coach bag in your hand I was laying in the coup
Verse 1: It started off in Shanny Park On the street of old Nash And it feels so good to escape and just kick it at last My clan had to bring the ruckus
for you Ditty Dum, Ditty Doo [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, got the freak on it Freak, freak on it Yeah, I speak on it Last week on it, Snoop D-O-double