Lyrics:
Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up out my way
I'm a true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm an H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' Dirty
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
woman
You got asked to leave now
Pack your bags you gotta go
Where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
When you lay your hat down tighter
I said
up to you
If you're new to the craft here's what to do
Tip your hat to the cats that came before you
Bite styles of the past till you crack a tooth
of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour
A Harbour Century
An Inlet Hour
Can't light the fire
With wet sticks
You are the heroin king of the piazza
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
you wanna have your man sprung/
Dash, crush in the fashion of Mack trucks, that's crunk,
Leave your hat spun, bash drums, after the band's done/
By design we're tough
There's no whining in those dreams force
If you can pick the winners and
Fix your mind for team sports
And if you can't then so
starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams
(Bridge)
And you all dressed in the shit that I like
, is this okay I said baby is fire,
Let me undress Just so i can admire your shine
When you shine(shine)
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
thousand i'll leave your state
(H.A.W.K.)
down south these bezeltines an baggets
so much ice you could bobsled off my chest
(Lil' Flip)
down south we sip
don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat
Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?
Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come
All you
never wanna stop shit
So if you get retarded, you gonna get dropped quick
Might leave you heartless, you and your weak ass sidekick
God I love it
Tell me
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
I mean, really, really, I mean, you guys,
What can I say, you guys are my favorite band
You
the world
I got by
I wanna tell the world
To just vibe
And leave itself alone
Sometimes
Why can't you do what you like?
I wanna tell the world
I got by
I
pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your
can't, proper digest
You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand
I leave you thinkin' in your hotels, with pussy stinkin'
Massengil
You gotta get your swagger together, nigga
get your suitcase
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin'
If you
the DVD
And said Michael is there something that you need to say to me?
Well I don't know how to tell you.
You can tell me any
Thing that you want
I'd put away the bowling ball
Drop the ham radio
Swallow the bazooka joe oh!
For your kiss
Call me a pig call me a fool
It don't matter i'll still
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