Woorden:
Pack Ya Shit

on ya neck and rough sex take place now you can smile again and lose the upset face your love is sensational and cant no notha women replace ya and i

got a buzz a like that nigga Chris Mullen District of Columbia You Bernie Mac funny, we ain't scared of none of ya Get 'em all, get 'em all, pack it

expire, no pain (Heh, nuh-uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin' Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters (Yeah) On the cover of ya

a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya

cocked] hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch! [Chorus]

soon expire, no pain (Heh, nuh,uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin' Porsches wit the big twin-valve exhausts (Yeah) On the cover of ya

] [Bridge:] Just roll the ball til them folks come get ya but you gotta spend it all cuz you can't take it with ya just roll the ball til them folks come get ya

white bitch When I say white I mean whiter den a light switch White this, white that in my white sox hat Used 2 hide dem white packs where my white socks

on I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch Ya, bust