? Money stretch Lil' Zane, what'cha saying? ATL's finest, what? What? Man you can check my lifestyle And see that I'm quite wild Seven twenty-eight night
Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y
I execute ya, you'll feel no pain But you will when you'll be born again and again Ev-ery seven or eight thousand years The brain becomes one with
ready to party (Party) Ain't nothing like them summer nights Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot Hit the volo and we just don't stop Party
Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that!
don't stop! [Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an
Yeah, and you don't stop We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you don't stop It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover
and we rockin'! Six: Street fashion, lookin' fly Catchin' the eye while them cats walk on by Seven: Street language, our verbal communication Our codes throughout the nation Eight
five, people will help you strive When you drop to six, you still in every mix But when you drop to seven, people start guessin' When you drop to eight
anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggas sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop
won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven
-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight
't take no more Overboard I'm bout to go Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before Seven, nine of ninety-eight Playa Fly gone hit'
mystic plus mannish Alien nation invasion, black white and even Asian Is gazing at the raised in misery faze ravin' For the crazed haven Six, six, triple eight
guns and clips Seven, eight, they seld your faith One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight
Raising levels Jim Flight seven oh four three two one, red four Green expanding to one Moving levers up at seven decimal eight Moving two point liters
office building Drivin' some Bronco like O.J. Simpson Nervous smokin' a pack of Winston's With twenty-seven dead people in Pontiac, Michigan Twenty-eight in Denver, twenty-eight
excuse that It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight It's welfare love, section eight Girl