gtta semi for a nikka that b actin up back it up little trick ima re u only got a little bit fix you with some little shit get you little wavy up just
job, Dorrough I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to
Just goin hard with the cards cause it ain't no max I'm a boss, I'm a beast as a matter of fact And you ain't hot like me, b*tch simple as that Oh you
lethal type funk spread your nodules Straight up the weight up plus I max like a beta Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up The boogie
God could be where I'm at Lil' momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN) The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled deep The cars are sick B, the bars is milky
I can see through your shirt While you listen to some wack MC's turned Smokey Robinson on No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad Actin buddy and
40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers [Chorus 2X: Max B
to B if B is just to far? Where can I get a loan, where can I use the phone? Who's goin to give me the permission to make a decision to come up in they
, Dorrough I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin
d up and hell yeah back in da g we was reed-up im bout have seed gotta to raise my seed up now all my dogs in da bing nigga just feed up [Lil
up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid Get
(feat. Max B) [Intro: Cam'Ron] Ok First off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First
B if B is just to far? Where can I get a loan, where can I use the phone? Who's goin to give me the permission to make a decision to come up in they
funk spread your nodules Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up The boogie verbalist,
