out ? rip a shank out Treat you like Vietcong - hit you like the weed in a bong Your pussy like a G-string or thong You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh
they shits I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5 You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed yo shit I'm a don my way out the bitch, moving through
, this the life that everybody ask for This a fast life we are on a crash course, what you think I rap for to push a fuckin' rav 4 But I know that if
on stage singing like Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit Niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on
anywhere we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse
ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood! [Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a
suites, anywhere we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
Never Say Holla Back Bun B, The I'm O.G., Like 95 Air Macs Neon Green Outta Fight Club Off A Fairfax Acts A Hundreds, Just Do It Fool I Done Done It At
Just Spotted You Doin' Your Thing, G-String, Shoe String Point Of View, Hey Lend Me Ya Body, You Got Me In A Zone Bet A Million In A Half Past, I Can
y frottant a une epoque on associait dain de s montrer en string et l etat nous raquette pour s payer des smokings derriere les ptis ils parlent de nous gerer on
world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural like soybean, burn like a
m a give u this cake... E'rr day Hey... my team on the scene full of green full of bling Got cream in they jeans, tippin' on g-strings Freaks with tongue
pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot Soon enough we gon' see if she naughty or not I'm on E feelin ready and
it We get it from the Ganja Lounge Tell me where you got it from We got it from the Ganja Lounge G, A, N, J, A G, A, N, J, A Tell me where you get it
, but you claim you ain't a hoe You can G.T.F.O, you can G.T.F.O If you don't wanna come and break a neck at the show You can G.T.F.O, you can G.T.F.O
on it Jump on it Jump on it I already know Freak nasty, jump on it Jump on it Jump on it [Shaburnke] You'll barely catch me on the radio (True) Cuz I
cats on me The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on Rough -