back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve
a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends Til the law ends, flossin' Rollin' in my
and started callin up my money I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0 Niggaz stayed
over (x2) Took brushing paint Mixed up all the colours And made a piece of art Spread my emotions out on a canvas For all to see my heart Red for love
ya mouth and ya hips on my cheeks Straight action on the carpet, rug burns on my knees Now you on the phone like damn I made a mess Got my hands in my
mouth and your hands on my cheeks Straight action on the carpet, rug burns on my knees Overdose on this love, scratch marks on my chest Satisfy guarantee
5...3...2011...Let's Move!! [Swizz Beatz] Whoo! Clap your hands now! (4X) Jump! (8X) [Beyonce] Mission One, let me see you run Put your knees up in
I do anything, nothing's hard I make it easy and talk greasy to broads Gilla, say my name 5 times in the mirror I'm jumpin' out, whoa You can hear the
every six weeks I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here Now put
up with all these questions, and what you planning baby You talking to me like you talking to an adolescence I like it, jump off jump off, clothes, come off come off Heard
here (She's here) Ciara! This beat is automatic supersonic Hypnotic funky fresh Work my body so melodic This beat flows right through my chest Everybody
do my ten With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle [Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East
coming back and I would do it again You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that's a fake because I rap so long Other rappers hear
just had to recruit this My flow drewl out like a old nigga toothless Who would believe they pump bleek with ritilin Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
her thighs and I moved up truly She jumped off the bed and said, ?Don?t touch my booty? ?Don?t touch my booty ?cause I won?t touch you? ?Don?t touch my
other whack motherfuckers get that pine box ready Catfish Billy is lately, don't get slapped wit' the medley Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck and my
wine left hand, cold brew "excuse me homie, step off my new shoes" "my bad" "it's cool" shit I can't bursh em off cause I got my hands full guess I have