Lyrics:
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
wrong)
[Chorus: x 2]
You might be.. (what!? what!?)
You might be gang related!
[Verse 2]
Do you wear a hatchetman?
You in a gang and yo ass
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Chorus-2x
Hit the weed
Pass the dough
Mask'em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
Kill yo' ass
1st verse
I'm
off,
Take it off,Take it off.
(Hook x2)
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me
We from the H home boy
Hustle Town Texas
A.K.A Screwston, O's and X's
And you plexas leavin in stretchers
Ya'll aint deep enough
you need to call up
Wake up young man
It's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to go
For ten long years
For ten long years
The leaves to rake up
Slow
Chorus:
Neva gon' bounce neva neva gon' bounce
(Never.... say never) (3X)
y'all bitches...
Get ya' mind right
Get'cha
hard, I'm finding it harder [Repeat: 2X]
The room is kinda dark at night
Use to have you by my side
Seems the more I gave to you (just wasn't enough)
You are my soldiers
Just bounce
[Chorus: x4]
When we bounce, you bounce
Lets make the club bounce
To the east what you doin'?
We bouncin',
With my pillow from home I'm catching and rollin' Z's
Countin' sheep while I'm sleeping in my satin sheets
Its a long way from X in a double freak
I
always feels right
We'll dance and party all night
Mambo Mambolé
You're on my mind every day you are with me
And every night boy you're dancing by me
(Chorus: Repeat 2X)
And even though you gone, your memory lives on
And on yeah, and even though you died
You still my nigga, my nigga, my niggas
I met
shop with it
Give my ho 10 g's
Tell her to spend the shit
See my hotgirl ride lexus coup , bitch
And she got the matchin roly-o
Floss your shit
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
[Chorus: x4]
Groupie ass
Bitch type of niggas can't fade me
They're callin' me a lunatic
But murder ain't crazy
got the best of me
By loving the next man the way you used to love me
But I thank you for the good and the bad
I guess I had to pay for all my dirt in
Full term love (2x)
[Verse 1]
To be or not to be that is the question
Brothers be hawking sisters sometime with no intention
of tryna get serious, I
featuring The L.O.X.
Intro: Sheek Luchion
Yeah what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for?
This is what been waiting for huh?
of funk by the portions
Consulting with killers could lead to abortion
Face down in a closed coffin, what!
Chorus x2
[outro: xzibit]
This is how we do mad
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
Yourself]
[Rather then kill ya nigga on the wall]
[Nigga and stick the motherfuckin Ten up in your drawers]
[Spray Yourself]
[C-BO]
Now who the fuck is
husband is a drunk putz
He acts absurd, now what's the word?
"Johannesburg!" (2X)
"Okay okay, come on." (6X)
"If he's the President, pullin out my
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