walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal but, yo I ain't all of that Hit'cha with
I call lil' bust it baby I was speedin' in the fast lane Pedal to the floor mayne Tryna get back to her love Best believe she got that good thang She my little
9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music (It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9" Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix My nigga trey little
love, love, love can reboot us Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y'all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y'all
motherfucker, go get your guns Gettin' richer 'cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha Stashin' my guns to protect my ones
. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do? Didn
we got cha opin!!! Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
niggas squeeze on side The only problem is we doin' this head knock I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do Yeah, all black skis black ones and
gotta pay, those ones I'm making it just explains That I'm focus and that's an under statement And I don't know what someone was thinking If I'm not mistaken, I heard his little
cha with a crazy bitch Don't trust no, bitch, bitch, bitch Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch You can't trust no bitch, bitch, bitch Ice Cube comin' at'cha
be yourself (i'ma tell ya) half these niggas im payin they been bitin (bitin) they just sit back watch and plot'cha and try to bite'cha (bite'cha) they
It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha, see ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha, see
a little taller Livin? kinda phat ?cause King Tee's a baler I just irritate the wack, leave ?em so confused When I'm checkin? on the mic with the ones
envy the way you move in that Bentley Now you got more than one enemy Tryin' to take you out nope That's why you ride wit'cha scope Or aim the infrared
ain't the ones to be falling in love with If you go to the disco club, protect yourself and don't fall in love The ladies in the disco club ain't the ones
gots to have it I'm grasping at straws And you think I'm picking with cha But you gots to stay one up on them niggas For they come and get cha You
rats wear wires in they cell Shit, Steven Seagal, I used to love his karate But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti Pillow talk wit'cha girl about