Lyrics:
Bust his head to tha right
Bust his head to tha right
Bust his head to tha right
We goin' bust it wide open
We goin' bust it wide open
Boy
you might be
No shirt, gray sweats, wearing all white nights
Better get with the program or left dead in these streets
Product of two letters, that's BP
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'
Jr.
Chorus 2X
Verse 3
I got drugs for every race, color, and creed
I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede
Donkey Kong was gettin money
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go
I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she
him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go
I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she
right
Say that she want Casamigos, it's a lit night
The whole hood tryna slide, so the list tight
She bad, so she get by easy
She said she don't need
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
I was walking down the street, when a lady caught my eye
As I walked right by her, she said, 'Ooooh, my, oh my!'
'If you step this way, boy, I'll
(Now that's a fire!)
[Repeat x2]
Treat your woman right
Or get that burning bed at night
You've got to treat her right
Treat her right treat her
there, that's a boy)
Right then I knew what I had to do
(Hurry, hurry)
Before that day was through
(Step right up)
I had to win a stuffed doggie
on me what it is nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga (x4)
Two lambs the same color I just call em' twins
Back at home I'm gone buy that boy a Benz
Two features get that forty back
She throw it slow, she shake it fast
And I just brought them racks out in the club inside a paper bag (loot)
And I
[Chorus: x2]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll
[T.I.]
In
always on the far right
She was like the the last, she was never number one,
Number two, she was always the last
And then it was like, you know, P.O.F.
piece
White gold look tasty drop racks on some new teeth
I'm so iced out it's like negative 2 C
They all be talking like Dfool you hot now
Boy I've been
be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
ain't my bitch (no lie)
Still'll pull up in the hood anytime I get ready (right now)
Still that nigga speak his mind, I meant it if I said it (Bagg)
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
these red bottoms like they some Reebok's
Who the fuck said they was stoppin cuz we not
Fire extinguisher young nigga we hot
Ain't gotta ask who was
that boy do scams and put his feet on it
Why you talking 'bout some shit if you don't really be on it
Forty said we 'bout to get a brick and put a three
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
It's two in the morning the night is over
With you on the phone, it’s a roller coaster
You on the phone when I’m paranoid
I need you now boy so come
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