Lyrics to Stanky Legg : Chorus Bitch im wild! Do the stanky leg (3x) when I hit the dance floor. I be- Do the stanky leg (3x) Bitch Im wild up! (repeat
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top of the line rides flying up and down the street Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim
high Some hot on one foot Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped Niggas hop, jock, and flock When I hit they block (Chorus) So ride or die bitch Chop or get chopped ho B.G
: [B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
frowns I from the place of places I be the ace of aces You can't beat the B.G. I went the race of races Solga box I lace it Yo' spots in the world i takes
Kick you in the right spot hit you with my best shot Six o'clock meet me by the docks on the set spot Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies Cause
the heat I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand
for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin im so hard
you bit it" - G. Dep "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep (Repeat) [
Pepper Boy, I'm not a Repper Boy A High Stepper Boy, a Hollowpeno, Pepper Boy Red Hot, I bet 'cha Mami when ya jump on me, I hit ya spot I like to see
Alright) Ahh, my nigga just call up the homie To hook us up on that liquid G An if these hoes don't wanna see, they gotta check the spot quickly Im feelin
m watching the dialect Different from the slang of my talk Baby still living got a crack in front of another bad bitch that will Boost for the spot I'
style, you done stole my flow, You done seen me out, you gets no hello, And you wonder why? Man you know you know, Yeah and you should let them boys
sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?) Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair (Mr. Shady what's a G-string?) It's yarn Claire Women
know the nigga then serve the dummy, Serve the junkies then ride ashantis [Hook] What's the bombaglats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys
s time to re-up It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up; [Verse 1: Yatta Mann] Boys what it do? Nigga getcha g's up Dope man bitch! Call me Mr.Re-Up The
im in the club i dont lean i dont rock I tell a bitch its goin down like yung joc I take her to my spot, then take her to her spot Then i let her fix
