packer I pack the zero's Meaning mucho deniro So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo Hello, LUDA! Tell theses other boys
know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down
on the sofa, get the boner and play dick swords with the jonas brothers, you muthafukas mothas aroma's like no other I keep thinking sumthing smother
Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys
the metal, 94 octane Flow like the rain and I aim to entertain Like it or not FP won't stop Because I'm the cream of the crop, so hot Up and down they
go home, I was a fool With the big boys, breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon 'cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass
newest choice and Nike's be tha shoe of choice candy paint, 24's boosters, hoes, and licka stores (ghetto, so fu**ing ghetto) chorus (1X) verse 3 tomboys, hot boys
hot, I can't even knock it He was fine, physically He had a nice truck when the wheels kept spinnin' But his looks didn't match his mentality Cuz the Boys
in the safe (ay) let me chill for a min hope you keep a py-py cause you gone need spinach got the whips alligator on the seats gator boys thuggin couple
take apart ya' clique And can Deege be da top 'o the top, Who? Is on a level man will never stop, Who? Is consistent and hot, Who! An' know I'll be the
I'm gone get mine Never ever dying But if I do than its cool, in between time of food I got away [Chorus x4] I'm on some other shit Some killed my
the best and this goes down to all my niggz, ohh We pull up in them big boy trucks, big boy drops We be the only young boys that the big boys watch
greenbacks and stay steady with the weed sack Spliff Star, one of the famous foreigners from East Flat-Bush Fire arms till you no longer breather black Make it hot
P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth.. Don't trust them when this sun drought.. cause them boys will take you out [Master P] Nigga
day Take it from Mister High spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver Push the glock inside when I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys
my day Take it from mister high spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver Push the glock inside when I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys
Whitey Ford takes the flows, y'all See I'm about to have the time of my life, Bacardi on ice Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night While others staty