(Black Eyed Peas) Ha ha ha Pump it Ha ha ha And pump it (louder) [4x] Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who
You got to do what you should One life With each other Sisters Brothers One life But we're not the same We get to Carry each other Carry each other
me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz
other nigga turned Evangelist But I can't quit cause I'm on some Evander shit Fuck the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna
P. Diddy We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at?
radio station, good fellas in rotation, uhh That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs Before they draw, niggaz
york. We can push the caddy air force when I walk. Old coupe deville big old racing tires I'm sittin up high killin them like mike Myers. White racin
tired of all these fake nigga type dudes Chicks wanna rotate with these eight figga type dudes Im a fresh dude, white T and throw back dude All white
'all gon' make me act a fool Up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool Up in here, up in here Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain 'Cause niggaz
[Intro - Layzie & Felecia] [Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops, cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here [Fel] One shot, hey! [Lay] Two shots,
to tha Man Upstairz Keepin' my niggaz out here so strong, and doin' this pain and strain to survive. Lookin' out foe each-other everyday and our people
d be duckin? up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz
't wanna die I give ah fuck about your crew what they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps we cock straps too And we blast on fools fuck you over We smoke niggaz
's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees And speaking to niggaz
a nigga who front and get clapped Louch and Kiss y'all niggaz don't want nothing with that P probably working out doing stomach and back One in your chest the other
's worth eight figures So young niggaz, boss up I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read
gets worse my hustle got deadly Duckin and runnin from that dirty bitch John Kelly All thru school u can catch me wit my tool Smashin with that magnum n the red white
it's floored, trey pound on my lap Beyonce bobblehead on the dashboard Can't be ignored, I'm the coke niggaz can't afford I'm the town niggaz haven't
