late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission make my damn green so I can be like you, We just in this bitch chillin
up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies? Get in line punk, you should
Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man This shit would leave Rosetta stoned This man can single handedly save the culture You got no spark you
'na take me down underground Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some
ducks When you gunna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with Twisted BBBBBBrown Truckkkkkeeeeerrrr I'm an American Bad Ass Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock Or you can
the belly make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave me and screw you, what you wanna do let me come
sh*t is you on. It aint by far your girl got to choose on. Just blame it on the yellow gold rolling with the blue stones. (Lloyd's Part): So if you don't need no help, cus you
you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone (Phone) But don't you
you gonna learn sucker You just can't fuck with Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr I'm an... American Bad Ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you
you didn't say it then this ain't for you Don't worry 'bout it 'cause you can't relate Before you by me, then you criticize me While you beside me,
We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that G-Unit
on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type
clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck) now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't gonna drag others in but I ain't about to say that I'm the
prepare, you'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare now you're turned into stone Without a microphone but don't you forget you're in the zone
you got From outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you
you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you