, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool Cause right here is where it's at [Havoc] Yo, when I foul out on lab mouse One nut and I'm out Ain't tryin' to
back, but if not, it's cool Cause right here is where it's at [havoc] Yo, when I foul out on lab mouse One nut and I'm out Ain't tryin' to stick around
I gut 'em, I roll 'em, I smoke 'em, and I pass 'em I serve 'em, deliver, walk up on 'em and blast 'em I'm strong but my niggaz, I'm takin they cash
'em Hey, 305 till I die, hey, 305 till I die Hey, 305 till I die, hey, 305 till I die Nigga, I ride for my motherfuckin' click I die for my motherfuckin' click I
I just wanna teach your brain I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang M-J- fucking G Touch me I'm in reaching range Lets hit the beach
that on the DL HAA! Asi mismo brode! Como?! Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz P-I-T slash Q-B-O-N. Get it right baby From the bottom, to the ATL Haa! Decatur
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag! Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks
matter what i do or what i say i'm always wrong. If i call, then i'm calling too much or not at all. Either way i'm messing up. I'm fighting a loosing
I mean that there And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger They make friends
spiritual chat 'Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm black In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and Hutch
Thats the lil' Jon beat Playa run that back 'Coz I feel kinda tipsy and you fall off track I'm feelin' great, I just had me a drink She tworkin' over there I'm
ass) B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass) B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass) B-B-Bounce that ass B-B-Bounce
't matter I gotcha right here boo you know it's all you Whatcha doin' all alone in this small filled room Standing by the bar Can't you tell that I'm
But keep that on the DL HAA! Asi mismo brode, Como? Yeah, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz P-I-T slash Q-B O N. Get it right baby From the bottom, to the ATL
Mi amor I'm not sure of the right words to say Maybe these simple words will do bes to best explain What I feel in my heart What I feel more each day