and the only hood you see is the one on your car do you even have a clue as to who you are? bro I don?t think so I mean Mercedes man what a stiff old
who I am, Jones, the struggle New York's mine [Jim Jones:] Can it be it was all so simple Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh I lost my fitted
sellin' pies I be stayin' away from hos who don't want to see me on my grind Cupcake I know your fine But once I fuck I ain't got time I hit the strip
right mac and nigga I'll be right back Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war You want more? Well gimme what I'm here for Y'all know I been
Crimes, white collar In due time, what you find mind alters [Hook: The Grouch (Zion)] Current Affairs to thrill your mental They want you p'noid boy,
? I see her at my show there I be off in the hood I bet you dont ever go there Ayy so slow there boy Don't go there boy Its people you dont know there
it, then I won't say it See if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit You
I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
nigga, this cash boy Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka Faggots, I smack the
royce I got a candy helicopter in the lake front nigga I'm a ball till I fall Talk shit till I fuck I'ma fly till I die Shake till I break I'ma bake these
run in yo cribs I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid" I could do what I want, doin' dirt
you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want I was a shame, my crew was lame, I have enough heart For most of ?em long as I got stuff
incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll do any guy that walks When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits Sometimes I sit and wish Dr
price list Let Joc grow with it, I see what I want, [Incomprehensible] gon' get it Them haters wanna hate, grown with it My God, I'm dope boy, fresh
') I got a brand new M***, I hope this b*** don't jam I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam You want a thang, got 'em yams go straight
wanna become famous And doin' the same shit I do remain nameless I want house money, jag money so I gots to bag money I ain't laughin' but yo it's mad funny I
unificate Stop the black on black, hate on hate White on white, black on white Put the love in love I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club Shorty