you know I'm fresh Got a brand new car With a brand new check Rims be shining Girls be ... I can fuck hoes with that No problem Imma crunk kid biatch
: (feat. LA The Darkman) [Verse 1:] I gotta problem, I got the answer now No more singin chicks I'm messin with a dancer now She got a stripper pole
: You can run but you can't hide from the westside Night stalker, shit talker, run and tell them Mr L.M. Nigga with the gat and I'm back Off the everyday
title fight But I'm gone wear that championship belt soo tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White... I'm tryna
yak, ain?t no clue In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do? [juicy j] First a juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch Mafia
promise you anything Place your hand over your heart Don't want to fool myself anymore Think nobody else will ever know Mr. White, up all night Hiding in my room Mr. White
in every way But she stay so many miles away She my distant lover, so many miles away Distant lover, so many miles away I'm turnin' into Mr. Telephone
all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard For once trust me you don't wanna start problems the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem
this thang since way back I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems babayy...yea, if you only knew I got bigger problems babbayyy
we been going through this thing since way back I told you when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems baby I got bigger problems baby So
dome, two assistants Two bank accounts, two homes, one problem Even with the O's on his check The po-po stop him and show no respect Is there a problem
about the ultimate life Two kids, a dog, a goldfish - and you as my wife We'd have a rosebush, with a white picket fence And all the neighborhood kids would call me Mr
stay true Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr
I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I ain't a coke man A good folks man, he reached for the mic and broke his hand It's not my problem, it's not my fault It
ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti Mario Andretti, money coming fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I can never be a racist Wake up every morning just to count white
company, liquor and clothing line Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine [Verse 2] BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be 3rd grade Mr