can put him down, down, down. Oh, the world's so sweet at his feet when he's uptown. Whoa-oo-oh-whoa. When he's uptown. Whoa-oo-whoa-oo-whoa-oh-oh.
in me come out Total recall for people to breathe I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns We got chickens, ain't leaving 'till six in the morning Round and round we
and now my style is much older now We dirty ENT, we all we got we hold it down I'm feelin' cooler than cool, my wrist colder wow If theres a Fashion King
scandolous partnah, well sue me then, ohh we like that on a roach, nope look at them hoes, man fuck them tricks nigga lets get smoked, pass the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom, whoa
Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave ya (I will never leave) Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave ya (I will never leave) Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave
call I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man There they go Back in stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go Macadamia, they go so ballistic, whoa We
the crib we go, go fast and slow, make it turn like a stripper slide down my pole, shorty ass so slow got your boy like whoa, one night with me now she
thing's on cock, from the shots to the dice We are not into hype You can't say we can't work Either we some plant workers Or we some niggaz that plant
being just my goil The theater is raging, destroy it Ignorance is threatening, ignore it For trees maybe a breeze DC hauler baby, blow the whistle mama Can't we
I tour {?} It's death before dishonor before misery Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more We pull out them dollars and let her throw it We gettin
'm on my gorilla thing, thing Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team We chop off heads, pop off lead If it pops off, we spendin that rock star bread We
like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) cause, you can't touch me [Chorus] Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa
hands off me" beat the pants off you for bein stand-off Pullin all of y'all cards We dangerous, only games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!) We
Uhh) We still too trill, so keep on wishin' boy. Bun-B, Ludcris and Cool Kids, we gone fishin'. Let's go. (Chorus - Mikey & Chuck) Kick it in the city. When we
keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' Keep, keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin', keep, keep on Well it's the king
baby, yeah (So crazy, so crazy) Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah {Blow 'em down} Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne
how we doin, Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bicardi Lime We passin