shells If you got tha herb betta have it foe sale Wanna know of a spot where da homies Get a good vide down on 77 in ah Lex High Get on top of tha rocks
shells If you got tha herb betta have it foe sale Wanna know of a spot where da homies Get a good vide down on 77 in ah lex high Get on top of tha rocks
' a five, flirtin' wit' death Throw the top down, let the wind blow up ya dress Slight wind chills, goosebumps go up ya flesh She tole me, stop the lex
Rass, who's the Rass? There's no task Over here hits on the MC, do ask Like sippidy doo da I bustin' a rudeboy then take a plane to Aruba I got next moves like Lex
We gonna keep your party jumpin' While your heart is steady thumpin' to the Movement (Movement) Movement We grip the pleasure from small things Not from a lex
I'm the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin' maneuvers Through the slums nigga, Iron Lung, Ladies and Gentlemen
[verse one] In the blink of an eye You know your tiga can die I'm from the land of the 22, 44, 45 Riddles and lies is something we all despise So we look
is blue and yellow like Michigan She say she love her man, she misses him But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me I'm her long distance pimp When I land
they dont need no job Chorus 2x Verse 3: (B.G) I ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex Might fly first class on delta, helicopter
come to sentence me? Will I leave here with my life, my Lord If the law men capture me? Lord Infamous, the futuristic, rowdy bounty-hunter Nigga, I come from the land
nights that you're naughty T - to the thugs and the niggas in the party (set it off) E - fifth record, everybody put ya hands up L - in your Lex or your Lands
(Raekwon) This veteran's charge, soon to have a whiley garage Yea, demand the land, I want a jet black discovery recovery, big time See when you, when
, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner Yo, control this rap like Napoleon Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in Rock 'em like linoleum, yeah Lex
walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at? Stop
a million Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands
shower, peace about to make Moves and slide like grease, what? I'm all about tecs and checks and 'nuff respect You front, I'm slammin' you like the Lex
with niggaz who real Who respect real Big us get your wig touched crib rushed Record and command Slam jams for my mans Puff trees, tuck these ruggers in your lands
called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land