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from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm
tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

[Chorus]
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I
on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel
Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I
It's you're world premier tonight
Can?t wait to see you
Double exposure under candle light
Wear something see through
See girl what we did last night
south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]

[Redd]
Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites 
Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes

[Lil' Flip]
daddies, mommy why don't I?

And so I wear waterproof mascara
There's things you shouldn't see when you're a kid
Thank God they make waterproof mascara
much I push the cash money, they don't believe me 
Turn on the DVD, and the c.d 
Don't watch me, homeboy watch T.V 
Head rest, 7.5 Clarion 
You ain't
on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, godfather iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is
the world is a subtle disease
Passed around by the air we breathe
You could say it was written on the wind
But it's not whispering

Am I just shooting
momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets,
Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me
like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep
red
Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys

But you might
I saw the billboard and thought of you
Low hanging balls, round and smooth
I don't smoke, ain't gonna start
Just 'cause they made public a private
What happened to your mother's love
What happened to your daddy's pride
Although you always said enough
Though they were right by your side
What
Somethin' grabbed a hold of me, darling,
Honey, it felt to me, honey like, yeah, a ball and chain.
Oh honey, you know what I mean,
It just hurts me.
and panache
He'll leave you sore like a venereal rash

They tried to catch him, he says, time to dash
He always leaves a party with a wallet full of cash
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
Tongue tied newly wed bride

Back in all your yesterdays
Dressed to kill at the ball
Eager to show what you wear
Never to excel

In a house that she
you down,
Through the years,

But I still see that tackle by Moore,
And when Linekar scored,
Bobby belting the ball,
And Nobby Dancing

Three
what
Bein' swallowed by them city lights
Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life

[Chorus]
fare thee well

When I wore my apron low
Couldn't keep you from my do'
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Now I wear my apron high
Scarcely
gamble on The Showboat tonight
The big casino's lit up bright
How can you lose just wear a grin you'll be sure to win
Lady Luck's waiting there inside