while they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, Its the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya, We already been lookin
Lord, Amen Ren: We've only been here 3 days and already Chicago seems a million miles away But we were barely hanging on there 'Specially with my father gone
We wanna go back to the old school for a minute Hand clappin' and toe tappin' We wanna visit our friends over in Chicago Sister Albatina Walker Inez Andrews
some snaps or dead Put the pistol to your head Ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin' Gone off
I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey! Y'all ready know what it is, aye.. We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin' We gone ride
for tonight...what about the ten week tour starting tomorrow? [JAMES "THUNDER" EARLY:] Marty, you got ten minutes to deliver, or else. [MARTY:] Jimmy...you've already gone
wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have to, shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards, y'all already know where we at this is Suave
they bumpin Lil Jon I'm a brush ya It's the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga That'll crush ya We already been lookin for drama
what you call me just as long as you dont call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote streets like cold Chicago
be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have to, shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards, y'all already know where we at this is Suave House
'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey! Y'all ready know what it is, aye.. We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin' We gone ride
'm the young kid with a 40 ounce in his hand Feeling like I'm the man as I enter the jam Some of my boys are inside, I'm already tipsy Heard there's a
school, We done already been there nigga done that Hooked up wit the captain so we can find out where some hoes at [Captain Save Em] Well, I've been gone
that leads across to San Francisco See through ice on the back window Moonlight reflecting off the snow it's been some time since Colorado now I'm already gone
or dead put the pistol to your head ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin' gone off that juice