time focusin on dumb shit, on the block smokin but you broken on some bum shit, wut the hell, you mise well put a suit and tie on, jump in a casket and
Yo my check's too fat, the banks can't cash it Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got plastic Country to country I live in hotels No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails Sittin on
the age of fourteen, I was already knockin' off punks (Yeah) And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by I hear them niggaz take their last
dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on
walk in my shoes a block Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks You a steroid addict, you need Detox Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
Kyle?s Mom?s a Big Fat Bitch By: Kid Rock and Joe C. Joe C.: Kyle?s mama is a big fat bitch She?s tha biggest bitch I know And she stinks like shit
momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Joe c.: She's a three toed snake
me? I got three hundred and sixty-five shows there My girl said in my sleep, I'd be walkin (walkin), so I ask baby, where I go? Uh, she said I be walkin
home, its your daddy When I say Deez, I dont mean the caddy I mean these nutz Akon's In Cali Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat joe And I can't, can'
hop in my shop and I torture [Chorus:] Check out my lyric fathom Check it brothers, really, check it out [Gift Of Gab:] As I walk through the jungle with a knife on
stars come to warm up for a race Blue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, "Fuck them Jakes!" So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor walk away
to walk in my shoes a block Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks You a steroid addict, you need Detox Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
(feat. Fat Joe) [Intro: Fat Joe] Joe Creezy, uh, please, please, believe B-R-A-N-D-Y, Uh huh [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Who else but the D-O-N? Nah mami I ain
want me to. I didn't mean to do, oh All those things to you Tell me what to do, oh, to make it up to you I?ll do everything, anything that you want me to Fat Joe