my Won't you be my I brings the drama Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor (Monoxide Child) Cars and stray dogs always
-3 Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin' So I just speak my peace, keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece with
, they want a little soldier like me [Chorus: Lil' Romeo - repeat 2x] Little soldiers need love Little soldiers need love Little soldiers need love Don't, Don't, Don't
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice piece Ear piece icy they straight up like me You heard pimpin playa ('cause they shine so brightly) Don't
on the steps Niggas don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog until you get stabbed in the jaw P'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more don't
An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin' try an' test now Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill?
in this bitch ass piece Waddup y'all? What's happenin'? It's been 6 months an' my dick ain't havin' it If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass I might
don?t play that nigga cheap, Cuz you?re body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach, Ain?t shit sweet but my Swisher, ain?t shit buzzin but my liquor
know you see it, I know you see it I ain't never been the type to show off in the club Real laid back, poppin' plenty bottles of Bub, don't smoke but
his ass I don't care if you go out with Stacey Dash Rentin' cars, you tryin' to copy Nas Sound like A.G., you ain't my man from Cold Crush Kay Gee Don
this track it'll probably defeat the purpose Cause that half ass material you putting out probably ain't gone never surface You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up Couldn't
, the W-S to the C Westside Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo' Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't
the world go round Gangstas make the world go round Gangstas make the world go round Gangstas make the world go round Gangstas make the world go round
In the city of thugs, police, politicians and drugs If they ain't passin' the bubble, niggas carry a grudge, but no love So I don't give a muthafuck
my cars, and dip these rods re-do the inside 'Cause Stunna gonna' ball shine my tits, when I hit these streets Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece won't
they house Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin' about Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating
Jersey, New Zealand Hop out like who dealin'? who slingin? (Rick?) lookin' like who wheelin? Who blingin? Then I handle weed and tell em ?? they got the work if it don't
on the block you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes I'm a