wanna do Whether they like it or not Whether they like it Yeah yeah oh yeah Whether they like it I can do what I want to do Whether they like it or not
boulders like Barney Rubble Makin' my pockets double (whoady) Slug from a fourty-five, I live and die Like the gangstas before me 'Till they fourty-four me Or
Hooper? HAPGOOD: Shall we dance? No, we have. Now then, Mr. Hapgood - GEORGE (THE YOUNG MAN): Call me Happy, sir. Or George. HAPGOOD: All right, Georgie. GEORGE: Thank you, George
Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous Your hottest thing to me, not a thing Every night my crib is like the Bada Bing So make sure that you youngin
Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps Great with the knives, much better with the Tecs Believe me, it's easy, I'll leave you a mess I'm like yeahhhhhhhh
on the front Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it Ways I'm thinking be major, and it
Thinkin you do it like this is outrageous Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous Your hottest thing to me, not a thing Every night my crib is like
Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold
pub) (Or either crunk in the club) WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT Don't matter where I hang People love my twang, uhh (Call us country or Southerners mayn
boy, city slick, pitbull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event If it's me consider it more than a coincidence Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they
r-r-rock on"] [Chorus] Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Whether things are good or bad, its just the memories Memories don't live like
the front Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it Ways I'm thinking be major, and it