read, ?L.A. is best? Big Wop is iced out an' Ceedi iced out Tiny Toe, Big G, my round's iced out An' Exey icey hot, Busy is too We get money, spit ice
hot Drop it like it's hot drop, drop it like it's hot Drop 'em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot drop, drop it like it's hot
a black truck hittin dat kill bill im probly wit izzel baby you probly wit trill real runnin wit hotspitta you know dat we g'd up and hell yeah back in da g
All Get Cheese Like D'journo It's Something About The Hot Boyz That You Don't Know I Got A Lot Of Love For Them That I Don't Show And B.G. Been My N****
kin to My friends too That's why I be chillin' ya heard me? Up in my fuckin' residence on Tuesdays and Thursdays Chorus B.G.: Certain days lil B.Geezy
that read 'L.A. Is Best' Big Wop is iced out and Ceedi iced out Tiny-toe, big G, my rounds iced out And Exey icey hot, and busy is too We get money,
' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., fuckin' with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the East side
minute They call me B Gizzle an' I been hot since the beginnin' I'm a G, an' ye ain't hot An' I'ma show ya niggas somethin' 'bout how I got G's, an'
'll be no pushin', and no shovin' Two lines, ladies on this side Males on this side [Lil' Mo] We up in this piece, as if it were the last time Club year 2G
' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy See we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the Eastside family
music wit ya income taxes make ya tell lies to ya baby daddy do wat i want im trill young savage [bg:] Im da hottest ah da hot im da realest ah da real
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left a stain on your block, you came with a cop Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we
Who's hot, who's not, I been the hottest thing On the west, ever since the death of Tupac Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops And it's still
-so I'm on the celly-celly Wit my homegirl Mo Ayo check I got the hot Product called G&B I can feel *niggas* You know I got that freak in me Hottest thang
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