Lyrics:
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
can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
It's wild and crazy..
A fetus in the jar, I got the little baby
[Dr. Octagon]
Two o'clock, still dark, my flashlight, huntin suit
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've
start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard
Baby bash cross
all the time and it still ain't get boring
Hear the crowd cheer when I'm scorin'
Smokin' wit' Wiz, she ain't thinkin' 'bout her boyfriend
Sent
need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded
Chorus
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
the ugly
Remember back in '02
When I was in school and actin' a fool
My soul got saved
My debt had been paid
But still I kept running off with my crew
Sex
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
that be thick off in they thigh, I wanna kick it in the Chi
They gon' be fuckin' with some Kelly and the Twist'
Baby now look, model girls, Gucci
shit the night still young shorty make up your mind
you with boss baby there will be no waitin line come
let this dirty south nigga talk dirty to you put
the Chi
They gon' be fuckin with some Kelly and the Twist'
Baby now look, model girls, Gucci and Prada girls
and all the ghetto divas in the hood
Women
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
You ain't talkin bout a profit then
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
in a gown
Smokin' loud, bitch, I buy it by the pound
Just like boxing, I'ma give that hoe a round
I'ma shock the world just like Pikachu
Hopped in her
Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch
Hah, that's
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and they mama talkin' 'bout
the sac
Rollin up with knees down
Baby girl ease down
It's a holiday, we smokin pot today
I got alot to say, I keep it locked away
That's how it is
Dealin
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