for the moment, live for the moment tonight girl we should fuck, fuck, fuck tonight girl we should fuck, fuck, fuck tonight girl we should fuck, fuck, fuck tonight girl we should fuck, fuck
I hear today's about straight trickin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood Mother fuck a
how I move, I fuck with a selected few Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel Outfox these niggas, now we rock
wanna, rock, we rockin' to this And if shorty wanna, pop, we poppin' the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city
? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers Puffin' Smokey the bear Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps They on stare While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (Rock
t even consider them In the new millenium we killin them Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We
of country) He's a comedy prince Makin' something out of nothing (We hooked up in the studio to make this song!) But as usual we ended up fucking (No
is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands) This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands) As we ride
out my city Murder now to come up, move Bone'll be bringin' that city, with me, pin me Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains Put
one bringing that AK, better walk, then we even When I leave and flees to Cleveland Now, murder 'em and rest in peace So goodbye, we're shutting it down And now we
the bar. we go hard, we go hard, we go, we go, we go hard. Put your just to rock up now, put your just to rock up now, put your just to rock, just just
with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks
fuckin' reason to front now Uptown, let's go we got a reason to stunt now I told Joey and Stack shit ain't in tact Our captains lost our city now we gotta
And her booty is why God invented my balls I'm a rock star, huh, start it up Start it up, huh, start it up So popular you should get a shot of us Niggas
used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the 'burbs licking rock and dressing hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talking about popping glocks, serving rocks
wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck
punk So break down the dank and roll up that shit Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit My fingers all sticky from the residue Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck
