, it's nothing There's a million where those came from" And then you whisper to your longest suffering friend "Please lend me a few quid" Oh God, it's
it's nothing There's a million where those come from' And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend 'please lend me a few quid' Oh God it's
apartment 80 a piece stack a piece 80 g's old skool dope rider front off set shots 73 you say he's a traper pleas i hang around with a gang of thieves
shawty swallow evry drop From the balls to the top She must do this sh-t a lot She's a freak she's a pro Got that paper it's a go Bring the Kush, bring
) (Look she right there) (Her man he right there) Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist
pass it like bread We sip side a mug, we call it upset Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death I'm a beast, you a pet AK long neck, key
and Biggie, Biggie Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***,
It's big as a golf ball Just like them perfect titties It's pressing against the wall And while we tossing dollars They be staring at my team You wishing that a
motherfuckin hands up [Sheek Louch] Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other day I opened, I read it, and this is what it say It's time for
killer, lil' silly nigga but they are You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car My decor might be Levi's and a A-R 15 G's in my pocket just
t got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight First class flight to Nellyville So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug Drinkin' criss out a mug, part
it up) Naptown (throw it up) Tennessee (throw it up) St. Louis (throw it up) J-ville (throw it up) Mississippi (throw it up) Alabama (throw it up) VA
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon Ballin in the Benzes Switchin up lanes Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine All white fuckin S
her in my mug, peepin' my game Lookin' like she could take dick in the brain We all champagne and Cali green I need a bitch like that on a pimp team It's
your ass on A dead man walkin?, a deaf nigga listenin? A blind nigga lookin?, a crippled nigga flippin? No leg nigga runnin?, a no hand nigga slap ya That's
That's what's up!) Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!) Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!) That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!) We nuh care
bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg (Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head Ain't a thang eat a chicken wang Got some gold teeth At da club tryin