C-murder: (talking) Nigga, between this no limit and tru shit You gotta take me out the game to take me from this shit here boy This real down here, niggas
a handle my biz Like 4 more, I'm sick with it, you know what I'm sayin' Don't play no games boy, you know c-murder ain't playin' I go to clubs, mean mug
my frustrations on my notepad And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag When I was three years old, I done known that [Supreme C - Verse 2] And yo the game
[x2] C'mon (hey y'all) [x2] Pick it up Pick it up C'mon (hey y'all) Pick it up C'mon Pick it up C'mon Hey Y'all [x4]
[Intro:] What! Rock-a-dollar, Magic city. Por favor believe it. MC, Gemini, Guerilla Black, C'mon. [Chorus:] All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All
Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat C'mon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat Uh huh and you don'
your own car My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous We rock the club all out, rock
glock in it First I lean, then I rock (Mike Jones!) First I lean, then I rock I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop
rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it First I lean, then I rock, (mike jones) first I lean, then I rock, (i said) First I lean
it man Love it man (Trae) Yeah this the remix Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep yep (x4) Verse
with our hats on tilt Pink and white silk, made of shoes on stilts Dressed as the morning milk, plus, like the quilt When we rock at the club, no blood
's him Slim, T-H-U-G But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V On your brother's c.d., on your sister's wall The same dude, that your big sister call
locked mayn Taking over cities, taking over blocks mayn Selling rap records, not selling rocks mayn Boss Hogg Outlawz, it don't stop mayn [Hook - 4x
c****** 'cause I'ma sprayer I'm 28 inches in the air G4 in the air Young Dro, ladies in my hair B****** want me 'cause I'ma player Rock Cartier, I'ma
of soul with him R-O-C got a whole lot of team with him Can't be with him No fake hoes with him Keep the vest closed just in case the 4-4's with him Now
on down Snoop Dogg and Bad Azz is puttin' it down (Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) Never pause on my feet, I'm D P G, L B C, me and B A D Low ridin' and Navigators
through your moms rockin' chair, through her back and it ain't stopin' there! [chorus - 2x] bounce my niggaz.. c'mon sheek and s.p., rock, rock on (c
and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows To the rest of 176, tato "Holla front dot com" go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa