she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs 1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd
school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis The one and only witta chrome pistole For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole Dub witta capital 3rd
and its burnin, smokin chronic leaf optimo Big Poyo, sippin on the 8 I done let a potent 4, Ima come down sip a deuce, let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop
'm still here Even fuck magic Jonson bitch nd I'm still here Shit I'm legend no wheel here But if you kill my dog I put You in the wheel chair [
, I'm gonna go uptown . Ready or not ! " And she did her ,ew And she showed me what she got [Chorus] Show me what you got [x6] Little Baby [3rd
was broken we're all the way from tuam all the way from tuam l still remember, the white star being open(2nd chorus) (3rd chorus) no matter
Fresh with the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds They reppin', layin' here we stuntin' On the grind all the time homie gettin' money 3rd
embraced Conscious or subconscious you can't say that ain't the case Only reason it took so long to take place Was up until now your only choice was 3rd
chronic and its burnin smokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo sippin on the 8, idle up the poe-poe Ima come down wit the deuce let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna
it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure Ain't a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough Gotta gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin My ac blowin
feet with my nigga, drink with my nigga My Nigga [Verse 3: SPM] Now we back in population, we all got straps Run around town, in trophy trucks and 'lacs The wheels
get ya dip right and ya hip right, fella ya better find that and get behind that 3rd
33rd and utter hell You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd
Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs 1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd
you, when I could talk about me Well my grill look like Kimora & My top come off like Russle If your wheels look like you on a Ferris wheel, you on
and the good The portrait of an artist as a hood 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete? Yo
life Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone I'ma go on to survive but the story returns After bein' treated several months for 3rd
