my eyes tell me that you're the man someday I'll be marryin' "J-I-M-B-R-O-W-S-K-I" "Got hot when I..." (Bridge): My jimmy weighs a ton (3X) My jimmy
1 for the money, 2 for the streets 3 for the niggas with the gangsta-ass beats A .45, cause I'm up to no good 6 plus 4 plus 1 for the hood Steppin outside
gone in the district k, let off at cops n classic rock im the independant king pin cocaine cops fo fee blow weed plus so o c niggas never saw me i was
Selling out arenas with big ass stages And everybody loved me and no one ever hated Let's try to use imagination [Chorus] [Verse 2 - B.o.B] Okay, let
me crazy (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, Boom) And I can't get enough [Verse 2] It's him, with the B-to the Double O-M You can feel
[Chorus - Lyfe Jennings] X2 Oh, if a nigga die tonight Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling
apa, it might be brandy, nine coats of clear, i got that wet ass candy. Comin out the salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing i bring
my pocket it ain't ever nothin less And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G (Verse 2: Young Dro) Nuttin but a G baby Its
move every B-boy king like Coretta Scott, keep it hot, block once rock The plot that we tried to recognize was not The L to the O V, M O V E K dub,
to roll up to this club 'Bout to step off in this club 'Bout to get big in this club 'Bout to get wild in this club [2x] [Verse2 - Ludacris]
redder than fox And I don't care if I love you I still want head of the drop Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y2K shit Crackheads'll still gon' want
you haven't made a show in the DC I earned mo' money what Steven in E.T. Explode the his baby momma's crib Gotta be careful! J.K. denounced O. Beeze So
[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah, Krillz on to check it Whattup Big March? K-O-J Yeah... This is the ice cream, yeah the ice cream man Ha, the ice cream, I'm the
the trick-o-treatin' Hell naw My primo told me, "Shut that down" They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounce On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead
violent And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K. Ain't no
Album: May I 12" Song: May I Lyrics: [Intro] Niggaz just love the cash Shake down niggaz say yea 1-9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no,
"93.5 K-DAY, givin' you the taste of good life, this your girl Yo-Yo. Should I say is it still all good? Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here
the crawlin rough and i never though of stuff with saw enough. what the problem is now i got em here tellin all these kids im the K.O.D and they pumpin