on my white Air, Ones This red, rum Ready here it, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the slums Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh" Buck
purple hearts the honor for war wounds and marks some are sleepin from the shoots some are blinding by the sparks our chick are cherrys on the cake faces
clown actin' no sense and go get the paddle That'll have you actin' badder I'm full of dat shit I'm in the room wit' Halle Berry, I swear this girl Halle Berry 'Cuz she shave 'round her cherry
only in for one night, my flight'll be out in the mornin' I better get it before I start snorin' She was already up on top Goin' buck for the whip cream, cherries
it swingin' on the chain Seven one otro, we don't do popo Come to my town, you can fuck with me and Loso It'll go down (Down, down) I'm a pop a cherry
She's my Tijuana Lady lips as sweet as cherry wine She's my Tijuana Lady Tijuana Lady say that you'll be mine Well I've been to California and I've been
an all a sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was gettin' late I know I shouldn't a done it but I nicked a buck off the collection plate Gendarme
you better say it to my face How now say it to my face I'm in a bad bad way I'll find a cow and I'll buck it a rodeo I'll put your battery on my tongue
began to bop I started workin' on a solid rhythm With horns over the top All at once she whispered ";A little fertilizer will make it grow"; Her blubber cups bucked
Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz [Chorus: Max B] WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS
the bells 'Cause I am the man with the clientele Rock a rhyme for me and then a rhyme for you And everybody catch, the boogaloo flu And like the apple to the peach, the cherry
, get a attitude You get left, call the ref if you think it's foul I ain't tryin' to hear that, so have a Coke and a smile 'Cause after awhile, I'ma wanna get buck
Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring
112 ran up on that black phantom Security hopped out no Joe in here Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry
cruisin, cruisin down the street in my 6-4 Oh nigga E still cruisin, cruisin down the (city of compton) Game 1, 2, 3, and to the 4, pumps in the trunk of that cherry
call her ova there she like;FUCK THAT NIGGA.... She drop it down to tha flo' Im like Shawty u Can go she like;FUCK THAT NIGGA.... Shawty Wit me Cherry
be your Huckleberry You don't have to double dare me If the storm gets wild and scary Count on me to be right there You're so extraordinary Sweet like maraschino cherry