the rest of my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the Four Seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin' No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve 'n' no teasin' I need you to get up up
't be shy, alright I'm just playin' boy, tonight's the night Come on alright Everybody in the house, high rise All the brothers up in here, six five Gotta get in on up
Wait a minute now, ride on 'em, ride on 'em Gotta have it *** my weapon is automatic *** *** stepped his game up when he came up Should have thought
it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for Yeah... Come on! Come On! Come On! Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Good Bye! [Wish Bone] Come here nigga, you
So pay up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit' a twenty-two; more like a trey-deuce.-- more juice. Grown man; I ain't playin
1993 when we was up out the scene The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow Hooked up with Eazy-E and shook up the industry And y'all just in time
houston south parker Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker No one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother When I was growin up nobody
knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent You burn up you got me bit I'm coming as ebit Got on big hoes
it You know it, these minimes try to clone us I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us It's the Thelonious
I'm so far gone, Even though I'm goin' out kids, I'm so far on I gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home, Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smash
yourself Come on, let me rub your back Kiss on your neck like I used to do See you're tense, you gotta let go, you gotta let go Won't you let the juices
need to kno' about for real Juice these hoes, what? Juice these hoes, say it! All my playas grab their nuts and juice these hoes, come on Juice these hoes, what? Juice
like the way it sounds punk, pump it in your back trunk And let loose with the juice when I do rock I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac (
Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman] Get up, stand up - throw your hands up All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
aimin' uzis, at who dirty mackin' my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up
drill, I mean a tip drill Now mama girl you gotta friend that don't mind joinin' in I'm a tip drill, 'cause I'm a tip drill Now mama girl you gotta
all day Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and I'm yawnin Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin Wake up man and start blowin Gotta get those juices
it? This all you got? It's hip-hop Aight, aight gimme that man I just gotta make a album right now I just gotta do what I got to do Alright, alright so hurry up