I'm shinin' if it dark or not That one hundred DX double R, you'll find that in the parkin' lot You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone
type, hangin at the bar type I hope you are ?cause that mean a player all right smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white tryna to land a plane baby are you
goes like that it's Cleveland Its mandatory to leave these niggas bleedin' And you could neva hate against Bone You wrong, you know we brung it on so
make livin. Its so sad, its so sad, its so sad, its so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World and women takes a livin. Its so sad, its so sad, its
unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got to love your mom and daddy And make them wonder why you give them ploys Oh boy, its getting deep
you got weed smoke it, I'm a real weed smoker If it's mine then I would since its yours you could, you should If I ain't there when you blaze a blunt
You know how I do Summer, I drop heat when you bring the sun up The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up Niggaz back up, they know I'm not no
One shot deal, one shot, one kill Hit you with the one shot skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin'
America) Little Eric looks just like this (White America) Erica loves my shit I go to 'TRL' Look how many hugs I get Look at these eyes baby blue baby
leaning like Smirnoff (What!) If haters wanna hate then its their loss (Yeah!) Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big you
and slyain it still. so bring who you feel bring who you feeling bring em around and ima lay them down its just another sound boy killin. you boy wanna
black folks forgot We were slaves Up inside this box America got folks brains on lock Forget the connects Some wanna buy whats next Wear it like a sign up
[Intro: Krizz Kaliko] Hahahaha Aye its Big Krizz Kaliko Aye Tech man i think its time to hit em With another one of those other ones baby Big Tech slow
gotta put in overtime for me to get off (Chorus) Work it baby Im gona give you extra you deserve it baby put a star next to you cause you perfect baby
you're Loco, but you ain't Mexican Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again Fucking with tha hoggs, you say you bloods But you ain't nothing but
by and retaliation glock infrared We screw up on it by an inch and hit the babies head The babies dead an instant victim did you shoot to kill Cause the
[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and