causin I ain't it wit (We ain't wit it) Dey can get it all it take is a column My dogs'll be down if the rounds gotta unlit tho *I can't go on this way
it down It's that boy Fat Pat, yeah I got's to clown I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long Yeah, yeeeeah, I just wanna drop it All night long yeah
lot, Ferrari 3-60 I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip 23's-24's, when it's time to dip When it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill 45's infrareds
a gangsta, and neither do a pistol Hood beef is hood beef, we 'spose to keep it in the hood This nigga ain't from Houston Texas, why y'all make him look
A RODMAN!) I know ya type, hoppin all {YEAH!} over the beat screamin', {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!} You call it hypin' yaself up (I CALL IT STREET DREAMIN'!). [shot] {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!} I do it for all
ya head you be a Rodman (What) I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin? You call it hypin? yaself up I call it street dreamin? I do it for all
I do I'm getting rap money and getting street money too Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta G.A.N.G.S.T.A. I keep it real all day every goddamn
candy paint Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [Bun B:] Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed The city where them
Much love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn It's Dogghouse and we all
[Project Pat] Crusin' Farsier Blvd. Made a right on Hollywood mayn. just bought a sack from the crest it's all good mayn In the hood mayn its the project
bleed For them Z's or them Keys (D.J. Paul) Now all these nigga's downing me on some bitch's mane I got model's (hoe) I blow all of yo insides up out
can top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the
in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something
a pat him on the back. Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it We can do it real big, bigger
same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) [Bun B] Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn It's Dogghouse and we all in,