Sometimes I feel bad most of the time I don't 'Cuz if I don't protect my shit other niggas won't Some want me to neglect my shit, take it for a joke?
what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms Sometimes, I wanna get on T.V. and just let loose, but can't But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
, might slap a bitch with my hair West coast, up top I bang that shit I fucked her line and popped Cristal on her lip Can't stop, won't stop getting
and, but we won't spend no money. Them sacks gotta be lovely, or we ain't fuckin' with y'all. Y'all give me that. We don't want that. Don't give me that
ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostile clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin' shit for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler
how you hate the og, you can't change him See, cause to me it's total disrespect For motherfuckers who done lived in the ghetto Turn around and talk they shit
the game if you ain't even trying to ball I know pimpin ain't easy but damn you barely surviving We can't ride together cause you ain't driving (Common
motivation But the Late Show we ain't standin for that shit So my man right here he wrote a little song about it Why don't you sing it [Common]
dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a Charger (Take it all, you need me) Two hundred for
, still love the way I sing Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain Still all up on each other, ain't a damn thing change My girls can't
em whispering Talking about, "That's that dude that sing, 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk, talk, I ain't come to sit, sit What I came for
can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can
(This, is, Derty E-N-T, Bassment Beat Productions) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, sing that shit Oh! You can search in the gutter down low You can even wait 'til
like Halle Berry Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you
player Been doin' this for years, I got bitches everywhere You think I'm payin' hoes? You got the game distorted You a trick, mad 'cause you can't afford it Pimp niggas don't
freak these hoes and sing these songs I know this girl named Annette Get her all alone and she'll suck your dick Hella freaky won't say no for shit You
They can't resist, the mc mc mc thing That too too too too too short thing Beyotch, I don't stop Never ever ever will smoke that rock Beyotch, I don't
my man cheatin' just for spite? And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap Or no other hands can hold me right My girls ain't the same
