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holes in his ass
Don’t bother me, when I’m smoking the gas
She swallow me, her mouth holding my sack
I need some m’s, yeah I stay after bag
Well it’s

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what

Running on fumes, so I find a parked 'Lac at the bank/
Pop the cap and start syphoning gas from the tank/
I need a come up, huh, I need to numb up my nose/

All I Ever Wanted

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

[Featuring Lunasicc 151] 
Chorus: see Bo 
All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes 
A Lexus a mansion and eternal life 
Maybe what it was I was

my shit with my lyrics 4th down when I punt
It's crazy how people think life is a woman if so then she got her one helluva cunt
I'm thru changing what

lost inside the bottle guess the liquor drowned it
Try not to get caught up on what I should've done
Ain't no father in my life I only needed one
Couple

'm trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two

to leave
I was made 
And then I just breathe 
There's a system that say that I am destined to bleed 
By the horrors in blue 
Now it's blood on the street,

I stretch my D., Ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just

spent what you sent and got icy on them hoes
Catch me out, up on tour, champagne is all I pour
Tell the waitress I need more
That playa shit
Champagne

what you know bout pressure
Hit from the back while I'm blowing out pressure
Couple bags in the lac yea I'll flip'em no pressure
Numbers going up

I'm not gettin tatted 
Say i need to catch up like what's in the cabinet 
You mustard up the strength I'm cold like custard
I'm an author you say yo

Play it bach play it bach
Song so cole dat it make you wanna play it bach
Play it bach play it bach
No matter what you roll from a Lac to a Maybach

the keys my nigga 
I got the killaz on standby foe know who real in the hood 
Bitch I went by landslide, you can't touch my chips bro
Doritos commercial, too

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

back
I just crashed my lac
I was drunk off jack
And had a bitch on my sac
She broke her neck
Died with her head in my lap
I didn't feel sorry
It's

Back one more again multi till the sun die
UGK for life good lord, good lord
It feels good to shine shine
Let's go

By the time you probably heard

With the hour glass full of crack rock and I got it on me
By my lonely I got it on me 

I'm fortified, mortified 
You seen what I seen in my mother's

Cadillac Pimpin'

YoungBloodZ

Drankin' Patnaz [Bonus DVD]

2002

piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure

and time
I'm still player extraordinaire debonaire
And I'm gone jack my slacks on this muthafuckin' track
And do what I'm supposed to do
Like this here
Thank

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed

2006

Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems

hard to come by
And, you need to know someone just to get inside
That's one hell of a predicament
Even with a degree, you can't predict what's to be
We

S.L.A.B. What I'm after bro
What a muthafucka think I'm rappin for?
Cadillac-Lac-Lac-Lac
Big K.R.I.T. Wit the classic facts
Man I'm after that
Stack yo

Candy Paint

MC Breed

What's Hot, Vol. 8

2001

You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'
I got my nigga MC Breed in the house
Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'?

I got some candy paints