foot in South .. Would this .. served with bear hands That's back in Mississippi All you gotta do is close your eyes And come with me girl I wanna be with you
Would this... served with bear hands That's back in Mississippi All you gotta do is close your eyes And come with me girl I wanna be with you I told
you so damn lame Now how you gon' ball if you got no hustle? How you gon' pimp if you got no game? How you win a fight if you know you can't tussle?
I show you this) (You will neva get enough) Don't play with me Don't play with me Don't play with me Don't play with me Don't play with me Work
damn strong to be stopped Got hoes every place that i stop Got beef tell you what I'm gon do Call up David Banner and demoish ya crew [David Banner]
nobody's hustle, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and
grippin on the grain Like a real south-sider I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin You
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket Roll around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you
Stuntin? on you like boo who you I'm a icon bitch I though you knew I only drop bombs, haters be like uh, uh Girl, who she think she is? I'm is what you
David Banner) Young Joc: Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors, stuntin (stuntin) is a habit, get like me, Have you ever seen a chevy with
fuck I be the one thats gunnin for fun Sin City gang with a ?? You can hang with the Sin City gang Fuck no I'm ridin dirty With the heat in my hand
everytime we in a place every nigga know Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough Sick, with a little flow make you
m from the Double the S, yall know the rest Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat You
what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? Don't think that you won't get touched
with us but them bitches wanna do us harm I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes Whoppin' you motherfuckers, prepare to tire Incarcerate me if you
i ain't trickin what you sweatin me foe.... hoe now you a lady of God I think you playin with God ma I'll take ya mo serious but you put it in my car
gotta ask you though Because at that moment (yeah...) where you have that brick Or where you have th-that that two-by-four And you're bus- about to bust
