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VERSE 1 I'ma let em come to me f-ck comin to you Cuz I look real lovely, baby When I do what I do I ain't playin wit cha Watch out Can I sell
Deep in tha house Junior M.A.F.I.A. [Chorus] [Skin Deep] Baby just stop I'm so tired of playing Stop, no more games Baby just stop I'm
Melodically and sonically the best and Ironically was choir boy MVP You can't tempt me i used to get head by the Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
ass niggas on my mama, bitch Gang Gang I been tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody When my lil' bitch stop fussin' I'll buy her some red
a fucking Lambo But I'd rather buy mud trucks, smoke good weed And roll that shit by the fucking handfull Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix Got
me I dont fuck with broke bitches they be dick riding Dont fuck with broke bitches they be dick riding Dont fuck with broke bitches they can't sit by
And you don't stop (right) You got Original Flavour (right) We bout to blow it up (right) I got a couple of friends with me Many styles, many styles
Bernardino And then when we hit Texas We'll stop in Amarillo for a bite to eat We'll stop on over in Dallas And visit my friend but we can't stay For
the nigga That's the nigga, that's the nigga Turn your hands towards your ass an' say bye bye From the South side, South side, puff ya ya ya Nothin' but
when i went into the kitchen got the cleever He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features You
and the West and the North together Unites to liberate South Africa. The OAU and the United Nations Must stop all hypocritical sanctions. For violation
Faith in each other backed up by Luke Chorus [We are] [Ghetto Style] [Perched in the South] [The king of the ghetto] [The man, not a myth] Verse 2:
and out Yea you'd think you'd know By now But You're oblivious, clueless frankly kinda stupid Thinking that I'm spending my time Home alone crying,
engine on Babe me a carry you go hair salon No stop shop baby pick up what you want you a miss universe hey where you born You fe deh by me side Gyal you
Fully satisfied when them heart stop beating beating Drive by kill people Troublesome youth an me real dam evil
doe my friend, Only punch cards with holes in the Controlled by the time they gave me I was sold for it I didn't care much but still skilled with
Smark Własne vibe cieszyły jak South Park Ale demyt kiedy człowiek rośnie Rosną też problemy coś umiera jak Kenny Wkurwia cały świat i ty świat też
affiliates Your rhyme, patter, and rips You shoulda stitched it by hand and mouth, now you shook planning doubts Spitting west while standing south, all in
you ain't my friend Youse a foe, and I'ma let you know that I'm from That big bad mad-ass Westside numero uno South Central, is ill mental Uhh,
Out looking in be my medicine south to the north, more and more Under the skies shout you all the time, “Vanillanor” more and more I shout more
and show em the goods I kick fine lines, sometimes got cool things to say like F*** tomorrow what you doin' today? "Ah, you a baby" Hey hey,
control I keep it comin' so my wood-grain tellin' me To go north, go east, go west, go south Down, ridin' in your Cadillac Keep your feet by the brake
your dial on 187 Now, some new music by some Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL And they called this one livin' like hustlers Let me start it off,
from all 'bout If a no the east, man a the west If a no the north or south But you fi galang galang without doubt Chorus 'Cause every successful man
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