like the agua in Tijuana, I'm sick like the flu Tilt the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back
every time That I'm just gone for a while but I'll always be back I'm back in the place where we get so absurd Liquor in a brown bag laid on the curb
Keepin' it real I take a shot of Hennessey Now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my
roamin them pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent faygo in a brown bag
me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother'
on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel
I got a bottle in a paper bag I can hear a little country rag Dollar down, dollar a day Yeah, I got a little one-eyed play I opened up the windows Yeah
on the block Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the body bag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
watch me Watch me, watch me, watch me Watch me, watch me, watch me Motherfucker, watch me With some Louis shoes, your Louis bag, the Louis hat Your Louis rag
them up) Gutta, Gutta, hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top rolling and I'm heading to the mother land Gripping on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
knots 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, jack pot Call my block gravel, it's mad rocks I'm the owner of the team, fuck the mascot Sucking mad cock, 650 rag
this started? We all can act retarded Ya heart has been darted Bombarded, departed Ma, ya pussy stink It been underseas Here's a Douche bag Hot rag,
you money Is the root of all evil ain't got shit You a lying bitch, you rather live poor I rather die rich, 'nough said Mami girl, keep the doo rag You know bag
Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up
as they hit the ground. Their ears were deafened by the crushing sound. Waved to the people as he picked up his bag grabbed his cigar and his black silk rag
the girls got home, till the girls got home Did I tell you 'bout the one I know, she's on the rag? And she spent the summer day inside her sleeping bag
my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swang New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag Tied to my