Lyrics:
a hundred one dalmations
I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls
Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw
Then why'all be like
He's jiggy like fat bitches
Fuckin wit Freddie Foxx you get licked
Now listen all respect due to the Blastmaster Krs One
Now I'm done.....
[krs]
Yes but of course, you could
(Yeah for your nation...
For your nation...)
Verse One:
A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube
Step to Com wit a feud
Now what the fuck I look
horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty
Well if you run wit' your niggas
Then I walk with my killas
You will never have a woman
Head as long
at your picture my nigga
puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
nigga I miss ya
We's doin' de buck 'n wing!
We's a lot o' fun!
We's offa de wall!
Thing-fish: (pointing to his skirt)
(fo' those of you unfamiliar wit de' nakkin,
Dis
Now you can catch me wit' a bad bitch, she a dime
Cost half for the car to tell the time
And that's all the times
For the times I was workin' one
showin me love like muahhhh. Bad boys
Are quarter million car. Lona caked up you rollin wit a star. (that right)A rich kidd that toke
The biscuit wit
hot shit
You can't fuck wit
Its the Greg Nice shit
Wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit
Its the shake ya butt shit
Say Wha? Say Wha? Say
Hook(10x)
Ellenwood area fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area fuck wit us we bury ya
(Lil Jay)
Neva run up with the shump through ya area
We come
she knuck if ahe buck she can hit em wit a fo
O betcha stand on one toe wit your arms in the air
Imitate fabulll stop drop roll pop one time lean
to show me love, erebody want a hug
And now they tryin' to hit me wit the bottles of the bub
But I be rollin' sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
And now I
it wit cash money straight up off tha lot doc
This aint from no chop shop,damn near spent my whole wat
Call me for murda cause im fixin to make they
Yea, Yung Joc listen
Here baby yea won't you make ya
Move ya best move
[Chorus]
Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks
Dope boy get fresh
it hot)
I'm a show you how you get this money (Don't stop)
I'm a show you how you get this money (I fucks wit you)
I'm a show you how you get this
wit no socks
Parking space killer stay out my lot
You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
Yeah
Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat
I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap
In ya face,breath stink, you can't think
He want to take
feel da
pain. Time to die, call doe with mista sawed off Leather Face, wit
ah hell of ah day. Is he real, is he real nigga, tell me, is he
real, could
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Wit a bad ass bitch
to be down
Cash Money is my click, niggas want to be down
Hot Boys I roll wit, niggas want to be down
Got tha block sold up, niggas want to be down
Yukmouth let me
Well it's the run of the mill nigga
The Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest
Fill niggas up wit bullets
Kill niggas, Yuk
should leave, well who's that?
"Frukwan!"
I got style and physique, see
Prince Paul, what, what, we know that you got guts
Let 'em know what's up wit
And I'm lookin' for a girl with a dub i.d.
And a girl who can drink dats mixed wit freak
Now its time too got to war wit a mixed bootie
I can see dis girl
you wonderin' what I'm doin
when I ain't wit' you I got money
to make I got places to go so you
ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin hoes
[Verse One:
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