on me Oh too clean (barking sounds) We got ah, we got hist dancers(what about chris hicks baby? ) Chris hicks thatz my that my steven shikal, he living lavish Oh else we got, who else we
play that jack I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true Everything they say about Playboy Too I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice I drink g-juice
And sometimes baby we could fuck But everytime you know she sucks The bitch sucked dick, so much dick I loved to get my dick sucked by that bitch Me and homeboy roll
, you know what I want You're acting like it's that time of the month Are you bleeding, can't think about sex Irritated by your Kotex We don't need to kiss, we
me now I'm sayin' 50 percent of my niggaz think it's them And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again Uh... [1] - Niggaz I roll with Niggaz
you what you want so i could get what i need we could get hella freaky while we smoke some weed We don't need champagne, fuck the gin and juice these
We ridin' and drankin' rollin' blunts and smokin' The car fogged up 'cause there ain't no windows open The bass beatin' the block down They know when we rollin
, bitch I know you hear the music, it's me B-Legit an the Ice Cream Man, in the land, we juss high as we can, we in Japan, smokin on a beela wit
roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast Until I took
do what the fuck I do Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck Now I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I. 'Til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed
crunk Back at chu wit some new isht Now jus cause we went platinum and shish don't mean we gon change We the mufckin Kings of crunk and we gon' always
door But (but what) we don't love them hoes, So we gonna smoke an ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers bounce to this [Chorus: repeat 2x] Rollin
waiter, ordered cocktails for 3 He said we got the pork fried rice but we don't have no cold tea We was real bummin' but we needed a snack So we ordered
Ain't looking back, putting it all on the line Don't give a fuck, bring the rock one time And I think we should all get down and busy Say the four word
But I came here to get on goose and Tropicana Get loose put some more of my juice in your caboose Sippin' everything from white **** to deuce juice With
the after party we can get naughty, watching your body (To good times) Get this shit started, coke and Bacardi, [incomprehensible] juice and gin And I?m off that ready to roll
the ho's at, where's the ho's at? I hear the party's tonight at Terminal Island But first I'm steppin to Steven's for some chili juice fries, and Now we
to get on goose and tropicana Get loose put some more of my juice In your caboose Sippin everything from white grain To deuce juice With nothin' to gain