Lyrics:
Man, you puttin' on a front like you niggas is some thugs. You a pussy lil' bitch, man, you niggas is some bums
What the fuck? Ayy, I can't fuck with it
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
do
And the world will see the truth
By the time that I'm through
You want it static, I can give it to you
Automatic tattoos don’t make you G, nigga
Bow
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
I need a queen
I need some help wit this liftin
My strength is the distance between
What does it mean
To be a King wit no Mrs
The missin cause
I feel like I'm in paradise
Your lovin' caught me by surprise
You make me say oooh
Aaah
I just want to be with you
Be with just and only you
You
grow
Standing at attention
Stuff it in my throat
Lil niggas
With big packages
Shooting in the air
On some hood romantic shit
I’m the first one to ride
Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo
How should I
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
finger
Looking at the whole wide world with my middle finger
Sleeping on the floor 'cause I'm tired of the couch dog
Do this 'til the end thug life I
want to lock me up
'Cause I gang bang, smoke weed
Don't give a fuck
I bought my lil Football team a bus
On the grind trynna find time
Lettin' rеal niggas
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
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
to kick it all the time with me
She steady rolling on this ride with me
Hey
Say she wanna ride with me
I tell lil mama she can slide with me(Slide with me)
Yeah
Damn
Yeah
Mr take your bitch
But I don't even want her
Yeah, uh
Yeah, Mr take your bitch but really I Don't even want her
I be sipping on that
as you start that (ayy)
Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back?
If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy)
If I say catch
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