to lay pipe through them snow caped peeks till ya jaws strike oil ya best friend is a diamond all I got is a pearl but its all yours girl comin straight
, Some fools lay it down, then act a clown, Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes, You want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
got people thinkin you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but You could be in traffic right now On your way to school or, on your way from
short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around the corner, get your blast on You gonna die anyway
Baby, grind on me Relax your mind take your time on me Let me get deeper, shorty, ride on me Now come and sex me till your body gets weak With slow grindin
cranberry mixed with crystal Fan worry Desert mountain crib in the ground We arsonists One point five a liter Take a taste Splash your heater Smack your face twice Clap your
you've got the warrant just read it to me Shot her cold cause she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more Put me on the train I
' this broad tryin' to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when your boyfriend borin' you Shake it like some Texas Pete Droppin' on your
gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me Murphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to be So I'm a be that, for six D-
gotta lay up, no dunkin' for me I sport the ten, ain't no puntin' for me Murphy Lee, the school boy's, what you want me to be? So, I'm a be that, for
do is get it on with you Cos the sky's the limit anything we wanna do Can we kick back now tell me baby can I lay ya Up on your back now it's gonna happen
feel me, baby? Should I keep it right there? Is it still me, baby? Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place
they face On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid Smokin' on a fat sack, gat to the left Lay
the wind Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke Like a serial killer was squeezin' on
the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit (Lovin
need 'Cause I'm hotblooded, hotblooded I need your lovin', I need your love so bad Flash all the lights, I'll be a camera tonight I'll snap the look on your
shoe And a little box of dudes get a watch with two It ain't greed I got kids to feed Fuck it all he wanna do is kill her then leave So lay low and throw
*** on the track and watch it mix slow *** my flow fire, call it propane Every *** know Game, five *** no pain And that's the reason why I'm *** on you *** Shut me