acres to my name son we ain't been there Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close In Milwaukee
pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp Do not introduce me to your chic, that
Cindi, loves to rock Fendi When she leaves the mall the stores' all empty East coast, New York, my up town chic I see her when I cruize the park and
She's a real hot chic and she looks like she wouldn't say, "No" So I park up the car and we go to the picture show It's a back-row seat and the lights
Letters in the mail for my girl named Raquel A cheap hotel and after that Taco Bell Oh well I'm on to Orlando Go to chica bailando el mambo Manalo, manalo
(kurupt & el drex) Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dick Sub drex (uh yeah, one two) Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there baby Sky's the limit(yeah) Way up in
' 'em through some fencing scam Chorus: We are takin' back america, he said, as he popped out the ignition lock On a new blue mercedes in an underground parking
Baby We Can Ride Got My Car Parked Right Outside I'll Even Let You Drive That's Cool With Me Yo When U Hear Da Horn It Means I'm In My Ride Outside I
is good The levels is good, the levels is good Yeah, Remy wanna rock, how hard is that I'm from the BX, Bronx, where it started at We had jams in the park
star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic
I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot Open the door, feel the breeze And park that ass like AJ's and Free's But this section's E's behind the rope If you're not
description of an ugliness Ugliness And here comes the middle part Here comes They got the chics, the money cars and all But they ain't got no motherfuckin' balls They got the chics
son we ain't benn there since [B. Stille] Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope And thugs blow weed in the park when the club close In Mil
You've been, with me A year, to the day 365 days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk about plans in tiny
de angel Eres la chica del parque Mirala Ahi esta ah ah Mirala Un domingo fui a encontrarte Eres la chica del parque Con tu carita de angel Eres la chica
Innocence is topped not lost just overung And there's times I would forget but I Knew I didn't want to lose you little 9 year olds Where bareskin boys
She's a real hot chic and she looks like she wouldn't say "no". So I park up the car and we go to the picture show. It's a back-row seat and the lights
whole lotta land Twenty acres to my name ?? [B. Stille] Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope And thugs blow weed in the park when the club