life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin. You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me
lovein life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin. You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me
come just sit Cuz if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split If you die, you die Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye You done took mine, I'ma
gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me I get a left foot to
: [Bun B] Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me
creepin' on ah come-up since I was born and smashed through it though I started to state my claim. Now they give it up in St. Clair. Even down in Delaware
don't wanna see another hurricane Baby you can kill the pain If you just let me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track
top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villian
Bun B] Say man she don't stop, she get it get it Baby Girl the way she did it Way she works her body Makes a playa wanna hit it Did it up and down, then
know if they thought that was just something I was saying to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever. I went up... I called G, I said, "man
platinum shit Called zonia, tell Tommy blow me up I aint Mariah, bitch I'm the messiah can't no motherfucker show me up UGK a set nigga, throw me up
If you just let me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track of an oncoming train Stuck in the passenger seat Trying do the fast lane [Bun
Bun B) [Chorus 2X: Pimp C sample] I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I
it we made it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flipping it 8 days Thought that while in a room it was
up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
