, fuck it dog, die in the can I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death They touch you
Artist: Aceyalone Album: Accepted Eclectic Song: Rappers Rappers Rappers Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch (What I mean is basically there's no one The
have it all I can tell you're impress by the way I ball One shot with you and I will trade it all The girls in the shows, I talk about everything Your touch
in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK! Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin Touched
copying off 2Pac's stats Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight speedo Chains is tucked in, I'm incognito Fuck with your ego and touch your girl's labito There will never be on flyer, LL Cool
by some niggaz set-trippin' Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit You know what time, boo yow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand you know what I'm saying And uh, throw up
South Ghettoville, USA Block Entertainment You know I go by the name Nitti, right? I gotta introduce y'all to anotha muthaf****** in my squad, right? **** ***** go by
go again, ghetto ville U.S.A You know I got by the name nitty right I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker Out my squad right Dis nigga go by
(2x) er'body love me, im so fly niggas throw the deuces er'time i ride by er' er'body love me, im so fly niggas throw the deuces er'time i ride by
purse See you felt below the belt, while I kiss it you hug it Ain't come to suck or fuck it, shit you ain't have to touch it My thing was cool, takin
they want us to straight drop, but we rise (hands up) We just trying to get by, they wanna see us broke, But they won?t, we on the grind (hands up) They
sleep by So ain't no need for you to teach I we each lie Amoungst the sheets, and curiosity now waht you gone do? Your clothes recieved by my butler that
out for dough Getting money 24 Lil' hawk fo' sho' Geah [lil hawk] Peeping my nigga We fucking hoes by the dozen Walking around This muthafucka too buzzing ? ? ? ? ? ? ? drink posted in my hand
how to grit and grind Fifteen five? All the time (cool) These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks Then they, lose contact get out of touch With the
hands, stamp your feet, Until you feel heavy, You got to move your lips shake your hips, touch your tits, Until you feel heavy, It's something new, and it sure looks cool