you consider the best, what you invest A half a mill' around your neck? Let me guess Punchlines after punchline for a check I did that, when GangStarr had to get a
Check out her body, take a look at how the crack took toll Went from being fine as hell to look at my guest or roll I'm swoll, a boss with a perm and
I'm tested And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick Chest all hangin' out, everybody screamin' out I grew up in a house, where damn near
that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
got them poor boy blue, yeah Oh yeah, poor boy blues (Poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (Poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (Poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (Poor boy blues
Green: (turning) Ho ha ha! Man: A monster on my right Blue: (turning) Ha ha ha! Man: They're there from early morning Both monsters: (turning) Ha ha ha
a rest Why do I do it like this? 'Cause you like it like this (Yeah) Am I a hustla? (Yeah) Am I a hustla? (Yeah) Ha, ha, ha (Oh yeah) Nate Dogg (Yeah
I'm climbin' this pole A nigga wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this cold And nigga I'm hotter than a fire in a hole Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a
dealt with I?m all about my green like I ball for the Celtics Two hundreds g?s to watch the shepar shine And the watch face blue likes a New York giant
'all Why? Be the jiggy Camp Lo cats Pouring Balentines in your Palestine's Check it out I put on my shades cause I enter the sunset rays With the ha-ha
me with Cardan Puffin on the green, discussin a war plan I used to have rock, now it's stocked with a labtop Fat pot, a six-four with the ass dropped With a
and fam Come to a place where you can get away Won't you come and be with me in the neighborhood It's a beautiful day X2 It's a beautiful day, it's a
a stoner, a zoner but nah its never over?(Mickey what you mean) I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I?m teasing every bum out hung out
five times a day (WHAT?) Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!) You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad But a holy war, is a conversation with
you livin' on the run Not some, each one's a bum, every one Coughed up a lung, became my son Flames I brung, platinumn weighs a ton Heavy on the chest
out of the bell of his head. And I said, "Ha ha, there's the funny uncle. He is a brass instrument, not a woodwind, remember that, kids." And then out
put it in your crack, see how you act If you like it on your knees, you could have it for a snack I'm a fat mack, in a handy bag with a snub with 'em
when they see me with Cardan Puffin on the green discussin' a war plan I used to have rock now it's stocked with a labtop Fat pot a six four with the ass dropped With a