Go head big baby. Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown and C mothafucking Murder. Know what. I'm saying for the 19 9nickel and three mothafucking pennies.
Yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me. Whatever you want to do baby, come on. . (You could roll with me) Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me.
(Chorus). Ostrich Boots with a with a pimped out nike swoosh. got no green card but i go hard. tamale stashed in my tank of gas. i got that work my birdies chirp.
Looking at my watch, it's almost two. Called me and said to get ready, you comin' through. Want your girl to spend a little time wit you. Boy, you must be buggin' 'cause now you got me rushin'.
[Chamillionaire]. Hakim trunk gleam. Unlock, pop the scene. Kickers soundin' like my trunk just swallowed a soccer-team. The candy-berry drop. Sittin' outside the Merriot.
[O.G. Ron C - Talking]. Uh, Swishahouse. . [Chorus - Chamillionaire]. (So throwed). I swared we don' told y'all niggaz before. You must be deaf if you think we ain't gettin' no.
Oochie wally wally, oochie bang bang. Oochie wally wally, oochie bang bang. Oochie wally wally, oochie bang bang. Oochie wally wally. . He really really really fucked my coochie.
[tek]. Let's go...no time to do your hair, baby. [starang]. Ayo! there the go kid!. [all]. Right there! right there!...oh oh, oh oh.... . [ms]. I'm movin' smooth like a wet foot glidin' across ice,.
Another love is lost. Another love is gone. And you will be there missing. When I awake at dawn. And tears of blood will flow. Down my face and chin. You're a thorn in my side.
[Biz Markie]. Maaaan, this is the last.. record on the album. I got my man Craig Craig in the house. Kevin Dee from Midnite Express Crew's in the house.
I don't give a fuck, till I die, I'ma live it up. Hit 'em up, nigga what? What? Nigga what?. Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash.
Verse one:. . Let me get to the point real quick. When ya pockets are thick. Mad chicks be on a brothers tip. When ya sportin jewels and drivin in a groovy car.
Let me tell you all thats on my mind (repeat x4). . Why take one bad apple to fuck the whole batch. With alot of willpower to get shit back. Things got low some habbits have its own track.
Lies, damn lies and statistics. Fitting up and stitching up. Down at ballistics. . The back of the van. It ain't used for seating. Just check through the window.
Canteen culture coloring the view. From Hendon to Eltham, not following the clue. Corruption instruction, the life blood of the blue. The whole of the barrel is rotten and not just a few.