the city were them techs fly that dirty dirty south side midwest uptop when we outside but we ride in that eastside so please roll up my weed high (jim jones) my
style Word to duke, you're gettin' stuck like a blister Just for instance that coulda been my sister Or my moms, my girl or my daughter Lou Be glad
to be married to you and Gave you a ring, so no guilt just pleasure So much dat it?s known to tilt the measure Yo touch has been known to ease my pressure Oh my
what's my weakness? (Men!) Okay then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (Word) Yo, salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this I swear, I stared, my niece my
Where's my hat and where's my strait jacket? Yup, they jackin', back to Maybachin' Everything I do, bitches wanna do it too I guess-guess you just skip to my lou
Skooey dibbely doo Wing wong ping pong King Kong Cheech 'n Chong Hop hip kagagoogoo Hickory dickory slickory flip flap Dip skip to my Lou Flim flam
flee Before anything, get the daily dose of choke We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat Lean my
babes, their dates but all i need is my mates, single is one of my traits i wont sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it into great ill give you
Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my boot My 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about it Understand when I was younger I was all on my own So when
Dear, Yvette Dear, Yvette Dear, Yvette Dear, Yvette I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was I'd have to treat you like you was my distant
Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!) Black out from cold, freezin' my toes Snow fuckin over my boots, my
in the buttermilk skip to my lou Skip to the lou my darling Sing me, sing me an old fashion song Bring me, back in my mind to a time Where my memories
is the land of a thousand dances...be-bop-a-lula d-i-v-o-r-c-e skip to my lou.. a-hunk-a-hunk-a burning love ive been working on the rail road black
on, you dont wanna bring home Im from the block where only money matter A nigga take snow and blow like Nassau Where they stay screamin, skip from my Lou
sippin pepsi blue, booo i go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while i blind you wit my ice on my wrist, '
that I blaze When the cock crows and the warm winds blow I'll skip-to-my-lou 'til the sky turns blue And I'm going to lay my head down Before Sunday
chuckers Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers Papa said stay free of them suckers Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker Skip to my Lou
Baby, you just make me mad. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Linger on, your pale blue eyes. Thought of you as my mountain top, Thought of you as my peak