Lyrics:
down, it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', flo', watch her hit tha flo'
The way lil shorty go
I'm tryna think where I should take her
Watch her
down, it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', flo', watch her hit tha flo'
The way lil shorty go
I'm tryna think where I should take her
Watch her
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
fire
Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz
Hold up hold up hold up
I made u papa I AM
U betta ease by em cause my Glock a lion yea
I'm at tha top I
Whatever for tha fam that’s by any means
FTF
Loyalty all in my genes
Hogg mindset boss up lil bitch
Rose out tha concrete
Greenspoint district
Had a lil
She stroke the ding a ling and me Mr. Done A Lot
Mistah big shot mista big knot
Mista Big Talk Mista Big Walk
Got the sauce like I'm Wop and my wrist
a couple of these
She say she wanna be a model and she hotta than free
Courtney told me she was a regular freak
And I can tell by tha picture mail that she
baby roll up this..
Hold up check me out
Now you know tha police nem hate my car
And tha color of my skin they dont like by far
Them stereotypes I dont
Mr.montana... Mr.montana
Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feathers gang fingers
I'm spittin and spillin tha trill and I'm sippin on barre
Tell that bitch get in tha car
How many nugs a tha killa gon fit in tha gar?
I take it a lil
[k-roc]
K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we really can
Flossin in this bitch and go get funky bout my dividends
See I'm gon be tha
Life By tha Coast
Just Incase You Ain't Notice
[Vs.1:]
I'd Rather Get Paid, Than fCkinq Wit A Thick Bitch
Doinq Hellla Jobs, Watch A Niqqa Workinq 6
I'll smash im a dog on dat Ass
Young fly ass
Business man havin cash
On my pac shit
Bomb first on my enemies
Bomb lil bitch on my hip
Bitch roll tha weed
tha game from lil to big to make
It easier for the feds
I don't sniff cause they know
A nigga straight paid
I keep my money round that Nolia
That's
Mistah F.A.b. And my ho wearin' Dwayne Wiggins
I roll by myself, no feds
I told a bitch, "Watch your Studio Ton
It's just Everett & Jones and Chuy
tho
first i seen ghost ride, was critty bo
goin' dumb, party like ditty do
mistah fab im the price of the city hoe
ghost ride, ghost ride
get out
shirt jus fo tha club
Hell naw i aint leavin
LEtz hit tha VIP
Widd dem chickies n get freaky
Lil mama dont believe me
I showed her, I showed ha
I beat it
puffin on blunts
From the slums of my city to the heart of ur town u heard of the criminal that be puttin it down
Mr Shadow Tha Mistah One Man Battalion
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
hittin' and tha world is getting cold
Fuck dis shit we don't play by tha rules
So many hitters I don't know who to choose
Fuck it attitude I got nuttin'
(I feel like everytime I start these tracks)
(Somebody hit my LINE)
(Imma hit yo LINE)
Seen a ninja moving on the low, by the wave side (Splash)
the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
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