, yea, can I speak to p? Guy on phone: p ain'y here Pastoer troy: hey yo, tell him that pastor troy and them down south Georgia boys said since everybody
Stop-N-Go Out the door, please dont call Mama said son you've got to go Till you stop sellin snowball SP-Mex remember me? The one that deserved penitentiary Peace to my boys
doin'. big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio
in my car Candy on my wrist, candy on my car Smokin' on this chocolate, my neck piece is so sparklin' Man I feel so awkward when I ain't got no barre
'll do. The Specials they are plentiful but the I.R.A. are few, We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar And we'll give the boys a jolly
. His got a well kept mullet and a packet of smokes, And his mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke. Well his real name is Barry, but his mates
the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks Down where I dwell, them boys ain
7th Lennox and what about the east side El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride Washington Heights dime lo tato you know Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
's the YK, yup and i run game, I'll catch any hoe i want with this big ASS chain! I got monster balls but i dont need no movie, hallie barry's on myspace
Hi there Tex, what you say?) Step Aside partner, it's my day Bend an ear, and listen to my version OF A REALLY SOLID TENNESSEE EXCURSION Pardon me boys
dem have a tendacy fi tun to dem gun Fi tie up mr. chin and all bruck him place down Well dem haffi wear the latest brand wey come down Ghetto boys and
Pokey Sippin on P P-t All cause my partna big snoop Sippin on Drank Gal-lon Boys can't drank more than Moe Drank Baby Boys talking bout they the barre
still breathing screaming S.U.C. And that's all for Mafios, and P A T Niggas can't see me 'cause I'm rougher than most You boys are like bread not butter
Chorus: Big Moe and Z-Ro] {Big Moe] Rolls wheels and roll over South side dozier [Z-Ro] We da shit bitch I know you smell the odor [Big Moe] These boys
I'ma hit it from the back, the big black Casanova I'ma put it in your head and I'ma set it on your shoulders Syrup in the soda, talking bout the Barre
was on a ballroom floor Said all the gentlemen "Obviously" "The madam has the cutest personality" And think of all the books about Du Barry's looks What
hills they came, from backwoods without a name Carrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul Down the dusty roads of Caroline, the Tucker boys
begin to Momus : Blow me down, gyoza, my favourite snack Dip it in the soy sauce, slip it up your Miss gee : Crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crack