mobile all fixin' the grilled cheese In the store breakin' snaps crown derby a key Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka Who's tha muthaphucka? I'm tha muthaphucka Who
DVD But now its let's do lunch The limos picking you up around three, sayin' Hit me on my mobile I'm a little busy Gotta a lot of people to call Oh
done made it back home in an ice cream truck "who wanna buy a snow cone" Hook - repeat 2X I'm going to the valley Vauco the valley I'm goin to the
in the club and shit (Is that right?) (All eyez on me) (All eyez on me) But you know what? I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many
man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman's tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice 'Cause who are we to say? Who lives and die, breathes
not your average Joe' Gotta let em know... That we have got the Freaky Flow Who is that Who this be This is the don Flowin' Freakily Who is that Who
full of that oil Texas T, we call it drank Sittin' sideways on them 4's Lavish drippin' wet candy paint Who's the man, who's the G? Houston, Texas 713
poet To read his latest poem for us Hit you with the funk, it's like, "Who cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones Nations
emcee, I'm from Long Isle Mobile, make it worth your while If the jam needs motion, I'm the one to dial Goin' beyond ninety watts? Yes, I be Well are
a sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome To come meet me in the twilight zone Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone
back Gotta stay fresh, all white tee dark Gucci lokez so the boy can't see Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it's goin down Yeeahh
till six Probably met some nigga, she ain't goin' home Claim the battery died on her mobile phone You found a number, she swear she don't know who's
birdies get flipped Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch He like, a??Y'all don't give a fuck about who?a?? (Bout who) I'm like,
, God dammit, I'm a balla Pushin' in weight from state to state Niggaz ridin' dirty on my mobile phone, it's UGK Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin'
up niggas' bodies And set like an example, a villain like john gotti The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could
're callin' me a lunatic But murder ain't crazy (spice 1 - overlapping chorus) Yeah, yeah, hahahha Wassup nigga? Don't look at me like y'all know who
young poet to read his latest poem for us Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones
of that oil Texas T we call it drank Sittin sidewayz on them 4's lavish drippin wet candy paint Who's the man, who's the G Houston southside 7 1 3