Better they hit like the shit from rap-a-lot So pack that glock or ak stops your clock, my straps get hot Even though it's hot it ain't hot enough to
for five, get out my face This ain't the place to run game on me homie That five dollars that you shakin' can't change nothin' here, homie I saw some
is knives To skin all ya'll cats alive Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down
The hoopdie same color as shit nigga run up and hit niggas god bless whoever you wit nigga sombody gunna break down and cry when they look at your face how the four bullets break down
on cable homey, i aint playin' Banks you aight if they can undastand what you sayin'(stop Mumblin'man) and them boys out in L.A. hot Game lookin for ya
down come down after me come Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive I'm down with the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson
free down there The way they smell, the way they smell And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat I would rather smell the way boys
wit I got what I need but can you top it? Yes, I'm a hot chick, somebody you can ride wit Got hips, all the boys want me to drop it So thick, niggas
here Don't, I'm demandin' all of my respect I don't care who's 'bout to see me 'cause a scene up in here I see you out here with your home boys clubbin
real down ladies Want these lame ass busters to stop Stop tryin' to holler when I told you about 'em And the game that you're spittin' ain't hot All
real down ladies Want these lame ass busters to stop Stop tryin to holler when I told you about 'em And the game that you're spittin ain't hot All my
fucked my way out Of all these motherfuckin' situations, watch this I'm here to remind you, just in case you forgot Mr. 305 no label stay hot, 38 choppers
my lever We here to keep the party live Smoke hay till we chinky eyed Wanna brawl? We can meet outside Red and Ball be down to ride Yo, yo, look around
in here If the cops in here, I got my glock in here If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in Here+ Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders
you know come through first time on the scene No set ups, no guest appearances in between Ride like a nigga drinkin' gasoline I keep it hot, like my dirty down
motherfucker, slightly retarded Mentally institutionalized, since the '85 Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't blow down) Look at me now, holdin it down
Orleans, Texas and back down If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down
down [Benzino] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and