his house, too. Em G C G Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight Em G C G Gonna see what them racket boys
in the midnight sun Guero where you going? Que onda guero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles guatemalan Soccer ball instant replays mango ladies Vendedoras at a bus
when the high powers wanna ban our noise, we get back to the block with some rocks and a radio rappin' on the corner like the bandaid boys. -Krayzie
, let's go Now get your money up, get your money up Get your money up, we don't like them broke boys We don't like them broke boys
it?) Linen outfits all in the bus cause none of us could see a summer without trips (none of us can see it) Mad hops so the little boys might bother
I know that you know You prolly get mobbed everywhere that you go You need a body guard 'cos your body like whoa Walk down the boulevard, boys like whoa Walk down the courtyard, boys
Soulja Boy, holla at'em nephew. Ya digg! [Chorus] Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancina?? on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys
can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?) The B Boys
red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me
Money we rockstars, So fuck wit' ya Magnum on, And hold on we go long, You feel that? We get that, We in that, we run that, we bus' back, We hit 'em when
at the bus stop Oh please stop doin' what you do 'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you Oh oh no no here we go again Seen you at the bus stop chillin' with
like this y'all 'cause like this y'all There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world That got good herb for all you boys and girls Which one
the south Gave these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about But I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivin That fuckin school bus, know
Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo Pablo Pablo Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo - Petey Pab Petey Pablo Pablo Pablo What's up witcha hot boys
the limo But I dun' click up with these nation wide niggaz You ain't already bumpin' and you can't ride wid us Natural born killaz, boys in the hood
sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not a lie, I used to sell tapes on sunny side I used to catch the 40 bus around the way Me
dollar bills I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot All the 85 boys
the man's wife You can hate it with a passion, but you won't fuss He's the driver of a Caddy and you're ridin the bus You think it's not fair, I tell