] So long, so long so long I hope to see you again So long, so long so long I hope to see you again So long, so long so long I hope to see you again
Ain't Ya Shoes But My Neck You Lace Now Tell Me Now Can You Roll Wit A Boss B*Tch Keep That Thang Standing Tall For A Boss B*Tch Game Mean, Keep It Clean
forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer
one Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done F**kin' with the family I'ma give him somethin' Spent that co'ner, he didn't run Sunday had a whole church
corner with the F-O-R-T S-C-V, and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B-O-N-E T-H-U-G spell it motherfucker [Chorus - 2x] [Wish Bone
Fix me in 45 Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live
the cooler with the hole in the midula I used to take twenties and buddha, to the face till I caught that case with George, on my waist Now B.O. trying
chickens can dead his sickness No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4 This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch And I'm the franchise
O A A Balls so low most fools couldnt price me Sign and stunt with a blunt full of B E And I guess you know me, Been in NY so long got Tri-State family
remorse donate aborted rappers for skin cell research I spit a few bars and niggas is f.u.b.a.r You wouldn't ride on me if you was driving two cars (Homey
me down b-tch I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t And the flag red like clown lips, Uh, TI can't stop goin Dropped my best
killing, Gossiping f-ck the car look at the man in it Ha boys to man business, We don't hire b-tches, Just fire b-tches, It's young money fire spitters
b-tch I stand on the peak Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now thats G Don?t ask me about sh-t but money F-ckin? right my money long I got that
bitch stuck like a kite in a tree Weezy F. B., the money is the matter I'm working like a bad bladder, M.O.B. [Chorus] Di-Diamonds and Girls Di-Diamonds
up and got the F*** back together Selling millions of copies And getting mad cash And Rass B Six Criss Stope was getting mad A** I don't even understand
open the hydrents R.I.P Stack B. I'm a keep you alive kid Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-P [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] There
lookin though Pop CD's, B-I-G's, then Tupac's While cruisin the blocks, hittin the hot spots Got my celly on O-F-F Golden Arches got my belly goin oh
, smokin woolie blunts Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and together now crew B
