a Big Tymer You lil' boyz swear to God it's a game You lil' boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil' boyz always be makin' a scene You lil' boyz
believing, in saving dust That never save a slut, or really gave a fuck Nigga pop a bottle, nigga pull a model Go on grab a fine dime, and mash on your
'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine, gettin' mine It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty of
kid got paper Like 40 don't sava BANKHEAD been pullin capas The way you drop woulda thought I had a taser Call me street like the raver? Shawty Lo, A.
, I'm talkin? throwback A hundred grand, what's that? I hit the club and I blow that All these ****, know Lo that I'm picture perfect, made for Kodak Let's talk money, I got plenty Dope Boyz
titties perky, I ain't a virgin you ain't gotta worry bout a thing Just lay back cause I'm on a mission to please And I got plenty doe boy so I ain't
just how my Chevy sound Bump, bump, bump, just how the Chevy sound It's like a band in a nigga donk Rock four fives, it's like a band in a nigga trunk
, reach for the stars (Ho...) You had a goal, but not that many 'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty We made the change from a
other can ever take a stand When I kick a verse the scene becomes so scary That niggaz get quiet like a library I pick up the mic like a hunter in hot
got the mighteous touch for all the records you sold Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing less than a
He came into your life like a whisper he took control of you in the dark of the night he singes you with every glance he has you, heart and soul, his
be makin a killin in I'm a plan maker I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand shaker In a strip club somewhere near you I makes
soakin' wet She leakin, soakin' wet Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker) Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker
all dope fiends, ha ha This is a Smoke-A-Lot presentation, check it I bring to you the 5th Ward muthafuckin' Boyz An Smoke-A-Lot himself I am a dope
play Thats the way, the real hustlers play Thats the way, a real hustler plays Thats the way, the real hustlers play (??) Im a treal ass hustler, a for
whining I'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine) It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty
can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a
?, Shawty slidin down the pole, Like a fireman, I Make it rain, Then slide off like a violin, Big hefty garbage bags with plenty money, I ain't a over