Be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on ya feet That's just the needle broke Youn't know'cha talkin bout Anyway them new Jordans bout ta come out
ll be findin' where that hot spot Get that thang wet, make that thang pop She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck You ain't mad, iz ya? Love to shake that
dawg big ole you and lil' me Don't mean shit cause if you slip it's O.V But that's beef fuck all that what cha' need I got trees and I bricks for chee
Lord split ya You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Interlude: Bun B] The good book say, that he who is without sin cast
I'm a crank this surround up and show him my thang and if we need us another corner to slang it ain't a thang we got that 3rd Ward, that Yellowstone,
Chevrolet out Y'all niggaz cakin' on these broads spend a stack on that bitch I'll throw that ho right out the VIP and throw some yak on that bitch
for me Always claiming that you're this and that But I see through When a playa play a girl That's a fact And I'm your fool baby Now that you know the
my Chevy'll out run it I hope you got navigation cus pimpin you lost Police think you smokin good, thats just my exhaust Betta get some anti-freeze and let cha
we got cha opin!!! Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
sunroof with your drop top smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na so cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you
joints rolled outta 1.5's That was 'round '84, '85 Smoke all week for the dimes Now nigga that's live (Nigga that's live) Visine to help clear my eyes
lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows Mamis leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel
Kels, that's right, bitch, I'm still in the game Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin' that thang Still limp through the club like I'm holdin' that
to get your feelin's hurt 'Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad till she scrawl like, ooh Yeah, something like that But it
some fool's Be try'na buck but lil' ya that type of Nigga that just don't give a fuck But nathan and if you hatin' then You's a hater but I'm straight out that
that war shit, But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit, Brace yourself, protect y'allself, 'cause i'ma take a journey to that three
broad, all I want is the stacks Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that? Thought 'cha girl
VELMA Front step cha cha cha Back step cha cha cha Side step front step Back and turn Oh Amber, look at this motley crew! This town sure has gone downhill