I just go buy a whole house And lay my mat down lay her back down But I never put my mack down You see the thug in me You know Weezy he the young son
Verse 4: Red Rat] (Lil' Jon) (*Pitbull) Wine down down down waistline go 'round and 'round Make your booty pop tic toc girlfriend go up and down Make
MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me fall Walkin' wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all {Soopafly} The call me Honcho
dont play with me, play wit me my nigga im gonna lay ya in the street, all i came for is cheese, maybe thats hard to belive, im gonna lock down a load
will be stankin, bitch Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the fuckin shovel Dig it deep and bury that bitch Lay em down there with the devil
and chopped Down here in this Lone Star state Outta towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down but you don't know nuthin' bout my town either hold it down
Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Getting head
the five to lay it down round here Gold and the platinum all over the walls If you ever shake the hook, go and have big balls Laid it down hard more than
the city and I'm quite away from Compton Diego down, we don't fuck around And down to blaze and pound And down to let em down On the ground no more sound
was selfish. I carry on your struggle, each day it really hurts me, I really miss you Russel, hope you forgive me Dirty. [Chorus x2] [Verse 6: U-God
See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet action packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head
try to get it Now fuck around [Repeat 1] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Down wit the All In Together Now Crew The GZA, the RZA, me of course too The thing I'm
the time, I was selfish I carry on your struggle, each day it really hurts me I really miss you Russell, hope you forgive me Dirty [Chorus 2X] [U-God
me I wasn't gon be shit... Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit... Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin? [Chorus:]
one like me I'm from their cloth, there's no one who can match me Praise be to Allah! [Ghostface Killah:] Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay