Lyrics:
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
ready what we gon do
now?
Hoop all in yo face gonna hoop all in yo face yeah baby hoop all in yo
face gonna hoop all in yo face come on now hoop all
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
A class clown joker always looking for fun
A drinking smoker with a baby boy
He only had one and he is his father's son
A smart-ass trouble maker since he
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
Real on the beat
Shegzy P S Quint yea yea
Baby I can give you life o give you life
Girl I can put you on the grind show you love (Show you love
mother
So ride the town with me
We got Oz
We got halfs
We got P's
Smoke this pressure while you slide with a G
Never on me cause its always on me
Ride
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
[P. Diddy]
Come on now
[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
a know that I slang, that I-see-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with
the top of the key
The Lost Boyz in the house with the Capital P
Grab a chair relax and pass the Alize
I'ma tell you a little somethin about this chick
to the dealer
They know Hillside Baby been with money makers and some killers
I ain't chillin' with none of these rapper niggas, I feel my niggas realer
Bad lil
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
of the town town town
Time to relocate back to my maker
This be the same ole shit
That niggas wake up
And turn into savages
I been the blame all year
When is it
thangs
Shake what ya got with a drank and a shot
Shake them thangs
Even if its little wanna see ur middle jiggle baby
Shake ya money makers let em bounce
seen to many as that
"Cool boy"
(Bit of a band dork…)
But rolled with the D boyz
Homie's a b-boy minus the cardboard
Or p-i-ru (Who?)
Me and these boyz
*Bucks talking
Illegal Paper Boyz x2
*Bucks talking
(RicHHH):
I want the finer thangs
Top Designer thangs
All the bad things with it
Yeah I
Uh, turn me up, P
Uh, Richey
Uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
Uh, uh
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we
100 p's he played the lane with me
Most of the time I ain’t even got change really
From the cloth
It’s T.O. Not Jefe I be Jefe my nigga
And Don’t you
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
callin on God
Sayin my name
Its like we on a three way call
I can be a savage
Grip you by ya throat and fuhk you slowly baby faster i can go
Wanna go
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