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is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'

Lean low,

BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME SO
THIS I KNOW FO SHO!
BUT DOES SHE REALLY WANNA
BUT CAN'T STAND TO SEE ME WALK OUT THE DOOR
DON'T TRY TO FIGHT THE FEELING
BECAUSE

Verses go go like a crazy driver fo sho
Backpack on me, I'm on the go
Feel my pulse, all flows, hooks hang like a yoyo
Future dreams, future nurse

should
Don't care who's watchin when
We tearin it up (You know)
That magic that we got, nobody can touch
(Fo sho)
Lookin for some trouble tonight (yeah)

up, then hit that ATL on'em]

[Verse 2-Stat Quo]
S-T-A-T-Q-you-O
With the awkward flow from the AT, do
Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho

love if that is out of spite
The feeling we feeling is lit don't need to be rich
Now Grace is the rope that they holding me with
Fo sho this it
I was

know I'm living by that code
(G code)
O bitch nigga I ain't know u be getting In That mode
Now days these hoes act like niggaz
Niggaz act like hoes /

about
Selling oregano, being caught with a fo-fo
Can't brag about me ever hustling blow
Unless I extort you for stories that I know
My game, was to be

Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part

Warriorz

M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

the art of war, step to niggaz up
That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'
I'm from brownsville, dude

I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm

of fake love
I've been shown before
When everything was good
Yea they was there
Fo sho/

But when shit hit the fan
I couldn't find um to ride/
Keep an eye

Calm Down Na

Mr. Serv-On

War Is Me, Pt. 1: Battle Decisions

2000

of y'all can't say the same too
This is something I get my motherfuckin gangsta walk on to (fo sho) ya heard me

[Outro]
That's what I'm talking about huh

scout I do not tie knot's
I do it like Sean 
Ball like chris Paul 
Sing to the bitches 
Like king of the fall 

Big booty bitch bring a migo
To the wall

my Smith & Wesson
Creepin' out the fucking darkness
Smurkin' all these bustas, ho
Fucking with the Devil, son, I
Rolls up on the flames, fo' sho

bitch'll pack it for me,
One time I tried to quit that shit was boring,
Yea dawg I'm tryna smoke tho,
Fo' sho sho,
I look light skinned but inside I'm Mr.

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow
I'm Sadam-ing all you niggas fo sho
You betta know I'm a true nigga, please do nigga
Betta

Where's that Molly that I ate?
He heard me talk shit fo sho
Feel like Mahomes at the post game show
I'm still in my zone but there's no safety
Am I alive

Palmdale

Afroman

The Good Times

2001

I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL
I went to East Palmdale and started slangin' yell
Fo' sho'! I was makin' crazy dough
Shoulda dropped outta

Them mtuhafuckaz gon be lookin' fo ya.
Passed they ass up!
they hate that shit...
Keep it Pushin'



Written by: Ernest W Coleman Sr

and strippin
Fo sho
Touring cities
And sellin' out shows
My albums are sold
I deserve to be seen
In these cars that I own

When I drive by
On the sideline
Keep

When All Hell Breaks Loose

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

the cream so I can parlay
Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed
Crack packs flips, uh, while I moves the crowd
Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo

might snap or ice cats
For nothing but a hype track
It's only right that
I feel strange
Lotta people will boast fo sho
Call him a GOAT I know
Ain't

like this aye
Baby stop playin' like this oh
You know why I'm here time is on our side
Turn on Sean Paul spin around you dirty wine
Grab you by the hips

at home
Sippin on the absinthe I get why you ain't home
I feel my life is stagnant, please just don't let go
I'm dragging you down, that's a fact I know fo