one like you I can't explain this thing that I'm going through Something that you doing got me comin back ma Take my number, when you ready holla back
You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you can run for your back up If them machine gun shells don't tear your back up God's on your
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries Cruisin' down 8
uhh) I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you) You ain
sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act 8
spot Look, it?s Nicki M. in the place so stay back I stay around the white like I?m Pat Sayjack Plus I had my A game up since 8-track I?m Diddy with
make it illegal 100 different ways You go to the man and get a 8 track Spent $300, you make 700 back You can stand in the street and holler [?] But it
-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant change When I get up there, we gone ball again, open the gates shawty let me in.. we gone ball. J-Rue man I know
To My Nigga Antonio. I'm a Holla At U Folk, 24/7 We Blowin That Smoke. Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope. On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten Tall
Out To My Nigga Antonio. Ima Holla At U Folk, 24/7 We Blowin That Smoke. Got Them Goonz Holdin Dat Scope. On Patrol. H2 Hummer, With The 8's Sitten Tall
plat thangs they can't hang I mack dames and pack thangs and act strange Jang-a-ling dang-a-ling oh no they can't stop Take it to the floor back up and
Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man We don't sell it at the liquor store either man We sell it everywhere we go Holla, holla! (Candy!) Three
was learnin this game when you was servin your cane It's where my shit's at Flip rats tryin to get some get-back Sit back, an holla at a playa bout: cold
let the beat lift, as I rip and rhyme And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam The earrings I wear are
Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8
in the hood Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they know me real good Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout 8 days When they cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8
