: My brain got used to being inactivated She did the rest when she, saw I was hungry I was the puppet that she?s always liked on her own. Then I decided
My brain got used to being inactivated She did the rest when she, saw I was hungry I was the puppet that she?s always liked on her own. Then I decided
them motorbike boys, niggas in z's You see big trucks on 19's, shit with TV's Nigga's who beefing dressed in black, I catch them off their P's They play
so hard We tell the truth, no use in beatin around the bush Baby I'm sorry.. it's alllll in the game Throwin up blood - fuck it Layz' Let's sign our life
2 the bone Hit bound from the Mo-town allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J. park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
nigga blaster, Top dollar makes me aim for the collar, Better watch me because I'm comin', you know I'm comin' [Second Verse: B.G.] It's, it's, it's
Yeah, yeah, what's up? [Girl]: Hold on one second ok? [Xzibit]: Alright [Hightower]: Xzibit? [Xzibit]: Hey, what's up? [Hightower]: It's Ron
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it You remind me of school on a Sunday No class, beatin all King's
There's always something you got to give up If you want everything you There's always something you got to give up If you want everything you want There's
TrackBoyz Its cool if I bring my other cats From St.Louis on this one? Come on Girl as you came through the door, you heard it before Errbody in this bitch, better hit
She said her name was (Paradise) That's what she said to me She said (Paradise) That's what she said it would be 'Cuz she, the finest women that I've
me anywhere that paper go, go, oh, oh, ohhhhh Curren$y: Bong rips Double S's with the floor shift Windows 20/20 clear Peep the 20's on the rear Order
fo' (what's up) 5th Ward got my back, you already know (you already know) South West, no Thugger ain't got plexed (what's up West?) It's H-Town till they
Now if you wanna meet girls and I know a little place It's a zingy neighborhood and it's open everyday Afraid to get in and never got away You should
Went flippin' down the track In what that announcer called A spectacular crash And I thought Well, hell, I can do that What's the big deal? Hit a wall
40 brought me to the West Coast Now it's khaki suits with my shades on I'm on the same s*** game on But on Sundays I'm like Diddy grown man with one
on it Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm 'bout to throw up Grandma got me hollerin' damn It's six thirty live and callin', tellin' prophet roll up It's