up and kept her head up "I shoot for the sky", is what she said, it got embedded in my skull That's how I got soul to reach ya through your speaker
Boosie like nobody don't believe me What about Eazy-E, yeah, he fadin' for Sheezy What about Aaliyah, what about Souljah, what about ODB What about DMC
out whose favorite detective it is Is it Mannix? (No!) Barnaby Jones? (No!) Somebody say Columbo (Yeah!) Micky Mahoney? Clancy Claranin? Barnaby Jones? I said that already Yeah that's right ya'll, you know
accept as sacred or hate it, leave me alone Or love it like Mike Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones [Chorus] [The Last Emperor] Now could ya find another guy to satisfy ya
blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true [Paul Wall] Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
what it cost Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit Tell a nigga quit Go 'head wit' ya lil dick Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip You already know
treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
out to Ludacris Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays Just like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones
mind right, baby, you a simp (Tony Snow, know what I?m talkin? about? Tony Snow, bitch) And I'ma red hot undercover pimp (Young Pimp, Young Pimp, Sweet Jones
[Mike Jones] It's Mike Jones, back on the track I pack a gat, when I'm in the 'lac I wreck a track, title wack To make sho' my paper stack If I don't
you popping trunk you jamming Screw Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true [Paul Wall] Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
... [Hook (Pimp C):] Round here runnin ya mouth (runnin ya mouth) Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH) Ya dead... and can't
know the hood I be, I be hopping this bitch [Talking:] That's the realest shit I ever wrote, nigga (Why they keep on calling my name?) You know, I don't know
Tha Truth is on the way to win Now what'cha know about that if you don't know much I guarentee you finna know about the? So ya see me pulling up in a
the dome with Mike and Liddy alone In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you but it's a pity you're gone Niggas ain't know mine, cuz they know
go and ask him ya'll Where he at? Pissin in his white diaper bag When I write light ya ass up if ya like Mike ya mad Tryna make a comeback betta wave