I don't stomp on it (on it) I give it to ya raw and let you put cut on it I travel with my hustlas down south to up north (north) I don't post up long
P-Poppin', P-Poppin' bitch no disrespect to the tenth But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and
the dogs in Virginia And the dogs in Indiana And for the dogs out in Texas Tennessee and Alabama And for my dogs in Missouri And for my dogs in North Carolina And
ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her
and screamin balls in your mouth From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and chackin cause you know i am a Little long haired high on, and you
't Afraid To Go Into The Strip Alone I Need A Girl To Hold Me Down Shawty Anyway Your Thinking How She Need To Be On Top Game With A Swagger Up North Or Down South
got is 40 ounces Gotta stand up straight before this horny devil pounces The devil persisted, crooked and twisted Evil, wicked, and wrong so he got evicted Chosen a few and
acrunk, shoo! (shoo) Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose... [Verse II] Everybody claimed they got it locked like prison bars From the North, to the South
Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks Then tap your man back and be like "Did you see that??" Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West Hold your nose and
short stop and ever By strippen us of our freedom which only creates vendetta We from antioch pittsburg oakley stocktone and sac town Within yuba city chico hammer city and
go to church and pray the Lord Take me when I die to golden shores Monday is the day I go to work and pay our bills Saturday I go and spend what's left
my south side crew, get paper I tell da playa hater, see you later To my north side crew, get paper To my midlands crew, get paper To my up north crew
ain?t gonna like i like sharing And she like staring And none of us is caring Sex after dinner I?m a wheeler dealer X brown and white t-shirts Nike
the '80's Jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks A quarter piece to flip it's me and Daz and two bitches I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt They say
No need to even ask it, who's the boss? When the dreadlocks slang and the roof come off The crunk juice got me up all night and shit And in last
kill forget the bill For, dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor Controls the people livin' legal Sit back and chill, until time will reveal Two thousand and
