Artist: Scarface f/ Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Verse 1] When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made They was thinking science
't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through What the f*** are they yellin'? Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, f
head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill N**** I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up Frozen up, Range Rover truck color Coconut I used to be broke as f
now Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I With the, suction doors, two bad-ass whores Holla at Yo, cause I need that custom made Waves, fresh fade, brand
move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle Bounce around and your big booty jiggles Make the video, it's official Throw the stiff girls out the game, blow the whistle I only f
P Funk, F U N K, u stank Down with the P Funk, F U Down with the P Funk, F U N K (U stank) Why not? P Funk, F U N (Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
hustle Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit Eight ball, F
Wake up Come live a brand new day Don't concentrate on this Just try to be happy In this world we're living Lay your weary head to rest Don't worry Cuz
the cop look like Alec Baldwin inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums based off the way we was branded face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
Uggh, bounce F, for fly gun holder money folder Motorola startac when it's time to call back R, for the ruff rugged and raw way This nigga Jay it's a
here comes the Doub Everybody, everybody, here comes the Doub [ VERSE 3: WC ] Quick, somebody help me out, get the taser gun Doub's under the sun and it's f-f-f
the f-ck off well f-ck the f-ck offs all y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! new syllables eat ball, ya f-cks off's your house
'm way too high for you to look at The future ain't lookin' promising for these rookies This is target practice but I don't even pull the f-cking trigger
Fiasco:] Now I'm Chi-Town Born And I'm Chi-Town Bread Call Me West-Side Lu' But I Kno About Dem North-Side Blue's And Dem South-Side Red's I Run Da F&F
for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed) The fuck man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch Nigga what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f
back, 'cause you speak with incoherence comin at us like that, we'll make you breathe your sleaze appearance my crew's top brand, you musta got your shit on clearance [clearance] c a f
sexy) Now my name is on the lips of Every cheerleader in my school Now I?m a legend in the locker room (Legendary, baby) We gave a brand new meaning
(so sexy) Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school Now I?m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!) We gave a brand new meaning