weed and get mother fucking smoked brother Cut the dumb shit Cuz I run shit You can get harmed when my palms on the gun grip All I want is Millions,
fuck around and catch a Mack to your back {Verse Two: Redman} Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie
-ld like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million
: (feat. P. Diddy) It's bad boy bitch Do it to it P- It feels good to be back, I missed ya Relax ya mind, let your conscience be free and I'm rolling
that "G" and we Trying to get somewhere I gotta get somewhere I can't fail (Why) Nigga ain't made for jail I remember when I had a million dolla bail
wanna do is make you dance No standing on the wall [JD] Get your back up off the wall, c'mon All we wanna do is make you dance No standing on the wall
kaze playas makin them profits Hoe [mc mac] Chillin down on the lower level Waitin for my time to come With this fool A million styles Maybe i just might make
: (feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z) [Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration
living foul, diamonds all in my dial Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now Getting paper, paper plates on convertables And my yayo to P
jeans on with the back sides twole{? } up She make playa straight slow up Say man this girl is a dime from head to toe and from the flo' up She make a
s mine Cause it's my time to hit y'all with a new style of rhyme Yeah This is hip rock it can't be stopped Bomb tha system Straight to the top Millions
divvies make The presidential should look like strawberry shortcake, P Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in That millionaire boys club fashion Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles
moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make
than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up Will he style
nd grade I'd go home, write a poem, put it right to a beat What I would do what I would say if we would one day meet Started gettin' older, still lovin' your style
and my beats be pumpin' loud like samba schools to make you move this party will never end, no baby it's never over all the millions of brazilians come and make
the real kick it You might get killed nigga or make a mill ticket Move down South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style I raised
mack all the ghosts Oaktown style is the only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make
