Lyrics:
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
'cause this shit'll never
things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah
Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog
Bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but
I gotta lil’
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
were my lover
A constant friend to me
Tell me why
Would you turn away from my love
So darlin'
Tell me what to do to make things right
Darlin'
were my lover
A constant friend to me
Tell me why
Would you turn away from my love
So darlin'
Tell me what to do to make things right
Darlin'
for the niggas that say they finna attack me (ayy, make this left shawty)
Turn the music down low and let the 'Lac creep (come on)
Fuck the police, I
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your muthafucking spine
No, I make
make
Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
that Christians only
Christians in Him although we live forever
Right now we living better
Cause if you ain't living by grace
You'll die by the letter
yea I heard that
You deserve that swerve that 'lac
Make it bang, let it go, bring that back
I blew they brain, nephew yea do that thang
Living life in
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
for the niggas that say they finna attack me (ayy, make this left shawty)
Turn the music down low and let the 'Lac creep (come on)
Fuck the police, I
Yeah
You gotta have Ammunition
Plenty of it silencers rapid-fire let's get it
Just give it to homes in different locations
Just make one a little
Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your motherfucking spine
No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like
FIFTY
TO THE GRILL THINGS IS GETTIN ILL
AT TIMES IT MAKES ME WANNA HOLLA WHEN IM DOWN TO MY LAST DOLLA BILL
WELL KEEPIN IT REAL SEE THATS THE ONLY WAY
don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep
Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You bout to get swooped down on and stoled
I do pay for something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)
I might fly by you in
Smokin blunts by the boxes
Drinkin beers by the cases
Momma taught us right from wrong
But these Houston streets is what raised us
Living in a world
"don't stop" I'ma make you say my name
In a falsetto, I make you sing
Slow dancing in the club
She grinding on my uhh
I don't know the right thing
what you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole thang
How we get here, see we drove man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
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