Lyrics:
South With A Gangsta Bitch
We Double Team The Competition And Load The Amunition
So She Can Rock The Cock While I Cock The Glock
Pop, Pop Drive-By
a christmas tree
I am not talking about Philadelphia when I say that I have boxes of cheese
And if you thought that I have one box then take 36 multiplied by
little piss ants
That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
'Cause we can and they can't spit
And they can't handle it
Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo
Or 911 not the Porsche
911 paramedics at the door
Jamaican you can call me Peter Tosh
We all die young we are missed by the lord
911 no one tryna make
than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So much harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every body
[Chorus]
We
the hills
I'ma keep it authentic while
They spread mo' lies
This environment gon' make a pitbull thrive
Got somethin' on my waist
I ain't gon' say it fo'
a no-go
We gon' take this back to the mo let's go
Don't stop shake it like that
I'm a make it purrier that little putty cat
Grooves with the fur
When I'm
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
I want to thank y'all for coming to see the preacher's son tonight (thank you)
Fellas, hold on to your girl right now
Yeah right now we're gonna
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
jus ain't spittn
Knowin that they writin
Matter fact im big pitbull and you kitten
Im like a muthafuckin shark and you fishin
Im like the fuckin
that
Bitch I shoot just like I'm Klay you know that
You know that
Yeah yeah, Go
Stay up out the way cause I'm a mf misfit
Shoot just like I'm Klay you
spitting
So I'm hitting them by levels guarantee they gonna feel it
You said get them and I got them now we seem
To have a problem cause I will never
I don't get bitter I get money
I do it for my city cause I'm from it
The hoes love it
6'3" beard rugged
No budget
By the bar like fuck it
Like Buta
a pornstar can make hits
We will never see eye-to-eye, they’re always staring at my tits
I’m hoen with a passion viewing love as a distraction
If I’m bit by
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go (cómo)
Right about now (What's up?)
We need all the ladies to hit the dance floor (ahora que sí)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go (cómo)
Right about now (What's up?)
We need all the ladies to hit the dance floor (ahora que sí)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Right about now (What's up?)
We need all the ladies to hit the dance floor (ahora que sí) (dominicana)
If
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
a pitbull
Now you all on my dick like a nympho
Here we go (Ugh)
Being rushed but I'm pretty, hoe (Damn)
First they acted so diddy though
But now they all in
did
Cash we slidin' in
They always call me safe kid
Lou Brock, blue drop like a spaceship
Who's hot, you not, you just basic
Lace you up just like my
got all the international girls
Playing with my microphone I got the world in my hands I got the globe on lock
We could go anywhere, on God's green
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