Letras:
Libro De Los Salmos

I tellin' ya, boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin' to tell 'em You can't catch me, boy, don't upset me, boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha, boy Never disrespect

I'm sittin' in tha cut, smokin' on wha? Hataz betta watch out for tha butt I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real wit it

Mystikal, the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here I heard about you Trick brah, I know what y'all smoke down yo' way That bitch there smell dirty,

I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy [Incomprehensible] you like you need, baby Let's slip an' slide together An' we'll go get this

(feat. Society) [Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land

(feat. The Lost Tribe, JV) [Trick] I tellin ya boy I got them boys Dog I be tryin to tell em [Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe] You can't catch

[JV] I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha? Hataz betta watch out for tha butt I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha? Yea, I'm real

(feat. Buddy Roe) [Buddy Roe] Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic [

f/ Buddy Roe Beep! Trick Daddy I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging