gon' feel me regardless Might break a promise but never breaking the code Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds My block, hot as a sauna, n**** w*** u* a** j
and white trash I deliver them punch lines with a nice jab Smokin? weed on a Go-Cart at Bo Craft BC-4, straight out of low cash Low cash, low cash, W
and My Bitch" She get them birds past, I put her in first class And tell her to carry on that Duni and Burke bag She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag And only buy white
Boy, Lench Mob is on point I got to warn ya, this is California Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back South Central couldn't hold his potential Monumental, hood credentials W
she took Rashean to Pathmark then Jetted to canal to get her man some Clarks She said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid" She say, "Peace to W
than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in
They used to call me Bobo, man [J-Zone scratches] R.A He's rugged! Alright friends, on your feebles [R.A.- Verse One] Yo, see how they go, hip hop R-
couple of days [Everlast] It was me, X and Tash, we was smokin' a J With this girl named Michelle, and her friend Chantay Pumpin' Straight Outta Compton by N-W
your lyrics is hype We got to get together and make a record of some type" I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J What the fuck makes you
Yeah, it's a heater, Planet As', J. Web (Grand Opening) Worldwide, we gon' take this one from the West, to the East Knock this to the East, to down South
ain't heard? I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West Down-South to Mid-W, whattup
W dot Ginseng dot com Tryna drop bombs, lay it down and hit in like John [Chorus - Female voice] + (Sir Mix-A-Lot) Bring black, bring white (uh) Bring
't pass me Creme de la creme, who him? Nigga him J-O-K-E-R is on top like a chim but No santa clause, we grinchin round here Even white hoods love me,
nothin' to show Wanna run up in the white house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W four form See where I'
Strings Are like white flour and grits You play Black Diamond Strings ?Cause it?s all you can get Say hey, J.W, come on play that frogline Let Old Rodney
White Port & Lemon Juice, White Port & Lemon Juice, Ooh what it do to you! The W is the White, The P is the Port, The L is the Lemon, The J is the Juice White
