Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin' somethin' I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin' somethin' Booties dancin' 'round a and I'm killin' one Killin' one
Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is it, now listen Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from
Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama
[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna
to divide us, Time is running out, We don't have forever, Unless we break down, These walls, stand together, There is no other way There is no other way
it go, no time for stress on my mind! Imma lettin go!!!!! Oh, yeah, alright everybody! Now, I see yall jammin out there! But I want yall to do one more thing for me, one
wave of devotion With music pumping, the lights are shining so bright Stop what you're doing, get into this groove Can't you see the signs? Slip on out
task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out
booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (
on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what
far as I'm concerned, music is music, I don't look at it is Rock R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you know And anybody who said
cold case love And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures & white outlines Are all that's left at the scene of a crime Of a cold case love, love (Music fades out
a 10 We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns One thing we wouldnt
Hit the lights and then turn them off If you bring that don't make it soft Like the jungle we run the block No one rollin' the way we rock Way we rock
of niggas who gettin' their hate on You walk by, they get wrong, you reply then shit get blown Way out of proportion way past discussion Just you against them, pick one
, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way