to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be Young, rich
plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays
s just a natural reaction For crack to make it happen Let the pen ink sink Into the paper of the pad Think back When I was younger Ghetto could have took me under Young
I speak it so that you know Stomp, yeah, that's the idea Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near They probably
'll stomp 'em wit his thang Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted I'm young, wrapped
get some herb out the mac, And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack Third verse [b.g.]: Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger, Stompin
the West, my Gz, to the West Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest And we ain't sayin no names, uhh Compton, uhh, g'yeah Buck em down, buck em down Buck
beginnin to stomp on u?? i been in the trial, Enter Columbus, Ohio but i can smile now (thug world) drunk n im buck wild and if u young better,
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck
it Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!) Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks
probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'm out
motherfucker, you ain't me boy [Chorus] [Young Buck + (Master P)] (Where you at Buck?) We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackin Got some hustlers with some birds and some young
lame ass niggaz You see a hoe ass nigga, call his ass out. Aye! Aye! [chorus 4x] Fuck nigga yous a (Hoe) Pull a trigga on that (Hoe) Stomp his ass like
(Hoe) Stomp his ass like (Hoe) Ol' lame ass (Hoe) Fuck nigga yous a (Hoe) Pull a trigga on that (Hoe) Stomp his ass like (Hoe) Ol' lame ass (Hoe) Fuck
When I was just a very young lad I walked up and I told my dad A bull rider's what I wanna be I want the whole world to know about me In the rodeo arena
I feel about you. You're like family to me. You're like one of my own. - l'll do for 50 bucks. [Velma Kelly] - 50 bucks for a phone call? You must've
When I was just a very young lad I walked up and I told my dad A bareback rider's what I wanna be I want the whole world to know about me In the rodeo