Letras:
The Working Title P S

[Verse 1] We all went home To search ourselves There's no one left To feed us now We all want more Then what we have Just pick me up And let me down [

[Verse 1] We all went home To search ourselves There's no one left To feed us now We all want more Then what we have Just pick me up And let me down

ass I cook pork slash beef wit my P slash And when I cap a nigga ass, they gone be sleep slash deceased In deni slash ial slash slash title Slash on fire

tensed up I tag the cheque, like I got nothing to lose (That's right) I test myself, just shut up and proof That C-Y-P-R-E-S-S Got you funky, while I

team and tried it ourself Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's

but this title The rhyme is mine, fine and so vital It's time for me to rock, my recital Gonna tell you about a groove, that's coming From the heart

It's at your own It's at your own It's at your own It's at your own risk, sucker Yo, whassup? Yo, what's happenin?, what's happenin?? E-Swift, you cuttin

be workin' it Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work It, work it. work it, ice, yea! c'mon and work it baby Work it, work it, work

house Nigga is? a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who cleans The master's ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master's Ass.