Teksty:
Wet Boys My Life

I mean) (check it) [Verse 1] Take a look into my life it's messed up My sister's on that dope man she stayed geeked up My baby mamma screamin she don

horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at? South Beach Miami hoe, I'm probably with Tammy Tol, My life

're in love with how I broke it off The nigga strokes too soft and she a beast in bed And when she fucks she talks pussy's deep and wet And I don't need

a tear I'm thankin' God you still here 'Cause, only Heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks Goin' from a high school dropout to shovelin' wet wax

[Havoc] 1 2 1 2 [Prodigy] Yo however do u want however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin

my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas

, my money in bags Go do the physics 'cause when I whip it And I love to whip it, that's just another digit This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote

feelin' it, the funky Cypress Hill shit People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?" They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money I take control, no need to blow my

wiz talkin: Yeah . its ur man khalifa. get ur fucking life straight. youu ite?[laugh] yeah ; lets get it . got my nigga niko . heavy hustle taylor gang