Lyrics:
Smokin that Cali thang.
Huh, nigga little fucked up in this bitch.
I'm uh, trying to see what's happenin with these hoes.
I got my girl Pinky
propers
For makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya
[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy
Chorus
Get up, Get up
We gonna show up and show out and do our thang
Get up, Get up
When it's time to perform we bringin our A game
Get up, Get up
Do my thang
Into Verse:
Yea they might’ve broke my heart
But tonight ain’t feelin shit
So I’m rollin with my sis
Show stoppin Diddy shit
So we pull
of a master
Yo something in the street went, bang bang
Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
Something in the street went bang bang
Up in
lights out like iron mike Im threw there
No thang but a chicken wang that damn thang nun new here
Bad broad got two pair, hit once I'm out there
I got big
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
year
That thang go harder than a Bull cock! Yikes
Not sure why I do, but I sure do like me a MX-5
Not sure why I like them lil' thangs
But I love how
the fuck they gotta do
And we do what we do when we mash wit our crew bitch (ssh!)
Dillinger, willin' ya and killin' ya
Doin what I gotta do, it's blood
break
And talk on the phone my gang
It's me and my gang, me and my gang
Standing on the corner and we
Came to do our thang
It's me and my gang, me and my
edible
(I can't enough)
What we do on our own, no one ever knows
(I just need some more)
Sweet thang my sweet thang
(I can't enough)
Bring me high & ya
OOOHHHWEE!
[Master P]
I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large
upsetting and
Irrational these vile anarchists
Communists and Marxists will pay
The price for
What they're trying to do to our country
They're
Trying
Sqadshitsqad
SQ bitch we on our way, we on our way bitch
We on our way
SQ bitch we on our way, we on our way bitch
We on our way
SQ bitch we on our
Growing nugs so big the clientele would think they horror shop
Money shrunk the kids, turned us to some fast adults
Urban OGs shows us ropes so we could our
think a big sack had been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems they bring to renown 'cause I drove a steak knife through their skull
Split
it do
We still screaming free AD
Rest in peace to my brother Dre
We fina swang like in 99
Jamming Big Pokey Ball and Parley
Or wanna be a baller in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
here, he rather too
But our father, the number when he ready too
Do not bother the rumble, niggaz ready too, bang you in a second
Keep the banger for
a question
Big ed is on a funky g lesson
Now, how many g's in the house tonight
And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by
I
Short and simp' thang
Get it like you want it
With the shake of Dogg on it
Go on do it like you want it
Baby lick it good-
Hip, big tit's, shit's so thick
pose for the pictures
Cause our money longer than the
Nose of da bitches? And, and for my shows do
Ya know what I'm gettin'?
Like a mansion every night
cause she suck it like a big tick
I'm not roosevelt but you know i keep a big stick
You not a true playa til' she do the most to get picked
Fool me once,
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