Yeah lets lay this fucker to rest... The last thing i want you to hear is the sound of your own voice screaming for me to stop .....beg for me to stop
get tired of that slab - then switch to another my partner do the same - mayne they all differant colors got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter
see, man, where that shit comin' from? That shit stank I think that's comin' from under the house over there Oh no no, that shit comin from that trunk of that car
sticky in this centerfold Sticky what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes Hit 'em low, litter them with Chronicles of Riddick bows Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my
nigga) Come on Throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up (get em up) [Verse 2:] Could it be, that controversy was my destiny I let my anger
my ride, headed for the set You know the 'ave, where all the girls sweat Hit the switch, turn my CD on Toni Braxton; another sad love song Right out my
me out. Um.. my hands are full could you just help me open the door to my van? Victim: oh I'm sorry you see I just broke my nail and I can't even hold my
fi pump Gyal ah tell mi She her X- bwii friend Ah punk Dancehall mi Dj Bad man nuh sing funk Gyal wah mi Cock her up Inna the car trunk Me nuh play bum
to play You know I got my top back and my beat loud Rockin? my stunnin? shades and turnin? up my radio Turn up my radio I think I?m in love with my radio
The meat is so tough you can't cut it with a sword I'm crashin' my car, trunk first into the boards You say my eyes are pretty and my smile is nice Well
Bone Bone Bone Bone [Swizz Beatz:] In The Trunk Trunk Trunk In The Trunk Trunk Trunk (Yea) In The Trunk Trunk Trunk In The Trunk Trunk Trunk (Bone Thugs
wrong, make it do you right [x4] [Krayzie:] My rent ain't paid, my shit ain't straight I'm ready to flip, I'm goin insane Because my kids ain't ate
peeping the scene So when my niggas trail, Screaming out one eighty seven and bail, Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now, How my nigga
Fifty Eight, Engine Running Her Legs So Sunny, I'm So Young Money And That Base In The Trunk Got That Bxtch Bumpin (That's My Shxt) Don't Skip Nothing
spokes turnin, bobbies searchin Shoppers splergin, Caked up cause my pockets swoll I'm callin plays, pullin broads, I just think and roll I'm from that lone star, tippin dime dat candy car
Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby Bitch Im From Dade County See Ima 7 Trea, Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider I Blo Ya Doors Off U Race Yo Car Against My Car
You the baddest little chain with the blades I ever saw Goats, small containers, empty straw wrappers and all You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car
