me the dutch with cha left hand I got the whole club nodding like the yes man Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man Not on some gangsta shit man on some real shit Anybody who been through the same thing I'm sure you feel the
hot Pop it like it's hot I've got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a nice dude with
they call it the blues (Laughing like children, living like lovers) And I guess that's why they call it the blues And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Word. Mitchel Musso: If I were a rich man With a million or two I'd Live in a penthouse In a room with a view Mitchel: And if i were handsom(no
, Mitchel Musso, NBC on the track, word! If I were a rich man, with a million or two, I'd live in a penthouse,in a room with a view, And if I were handsome
I call it Rihanna It got a red top but it's white like Madonna Made man, you hear what I said having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread made man
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns Haha, Weezy man, Young Money (
and you made me The man I am today Tracy, I'm in love with you No matter what you weigh 'Cause without love Life is like the seasons with no summer
blood currency, state of emergency I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty Like Diamond Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles Stinging sensation, injected with
fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer Black with
fun 'cause all of them swallow Why I ain't fuck her at da house? 'Cause the bitch holla And where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Old broke ass