, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfing like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam don't
this is my [beep] The reason that we here. (Shut the [beep] up.) The reason that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.) You shut the [beep] up, what can you
car I'm law, so authorities can't pin me for shit Hey baby, see me and you, we can pack it up and split Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariott
hors d?oeuvres, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather's so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy?
ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely born I'm the
You let it go in one ear and out the other The he say, she say, they say, I heard The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she
cash on And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on Don't ever go out like another sucker You gotta show
get down I tear this whole shit down They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod Y'all niggas can't do a thing to
's population 'Cause so few live in the U.S.A. At least the foreigners can copy our morality They can visit but they cannot stay Only precious few can
do today? [Kids:] We don't know. [Father:] Wanna go to the matinee? [Kids:] NO! [Father:] Wanna go to the Amusement Park? [Kids:] NO! [Father:] Wanna go
clip glass on that coup...pass money on my mind like my pillow is a vault you niggers is soft so when that pillow's where you talk can't fight it in
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go On your feet Stand up Everybody hands up Uh, man,
the precinct for violent crimes I ain't sayin' the shit that I'm sayin' so girls can fear me Only speakin' on what I know so the world can hear me So
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go (Here we go) On your feet (On your feet) Stand up (
haters to get off my dick Got my own city, you can call it Bobtropolis Eastside representer, reppin' with authority And I ain't talking congressmen and I ain't
Flash your lights in the air And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere Don't be standing on the verge of gettin' it on And George'll be the first
casual, but to authorities it mean you sellin crack It's a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood
swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight [Z-Ro] Back in 1994, I use to hustle all the time Instead of a woman, Ro had making money on his mind