OG's was more Jigga Lu' was like, "How you like the army jacket nigga? " When he wear Versace - young nigga, get like me He was poppin Cris' in 88 when
I stand the mic in hand with my rapporteur And I like the fans Spendin grands Cause we got the fire I merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour And you cry like
fly bitches, Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh) Ain't Bob Barker But I'm caught up in this game Mo' like...Peter Parker. P-I-M-P, take the P's that
Slash playa hater killer, don't fuck wit busters [Yo Gotti] I got work slash yirk slash slash green Slash hot heaters and them other felomies Wanna feel better like
South in they mouth, put the South in they mouth WHAT! Put the South in they mouth, put the South in they mouth WHAT! Put the South in they mouth, put
22nd at a theater near you [Verse One: Kool Keith - Reverand Tom] I'm tired of rap, I don't even like makin records no more I quit, y'all don't know,
rough narrator strangulation gave him a red colla derrange writa paragraph makin the dead holla the mad magician flashin my south park diploma manipulate
it Made it to '97, on singles still persuadin The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace & Nappiness" Now I can finally say my family is feeling
with that, Happy wassup Holmes? South Park what's up Holmes? Filero wassup Holmes? Wassup C-Loc? And all them boys out there makin' a dollar, makin'
Slaughter] The Dirty South is what it's about Poin up smokin out Keepin it hot like the middle of June It's the Texas Tycoons makin country rap tunes The Dirty South
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack that paper we screamin' YAAY YAAY wit the baskets full of blaze South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin
niggas nuthin' but cheese [PRODEJE:] ...bastards Niggas transformer like a mixture I'm comin' way to punk you like the quickster Pop you like a blister
hustler Slash playa hater killer, don't fuck wit busters [Yo Gotti] I got work slash yirk slash slash green Slash hot heaters and them other felomies Wanna feel better like