looking cleaner than the star all these (?) wont give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass and they mad cause the b-tch won?t stop [
Beans is gone Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) The whole Roc is
suburban noize for ya speakers. Ya tweakers! The pimp daddies, laying the track down, O.C. underground sound. When ya come to P-Town... Bye bye... Bye bye
and blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away) (Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey [Verse 1:] The gig is over, The gig is over (Bitty bye-bye
Let's give it to 'em baby Grand Hustle nigga, Aye man they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh? Yeaaaa It's the king bitch Aight
, uh That's why I gotta tell you Baby, please And she likes me And I really like her Baby, please She's gonna be my wifey Baby, please
is chit-chat You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby
Let's give it to 'em baby Grand Hustle nigga, Aye man they been waitin on this shit since "What You Know" huh? Yeaaaa It's the king bitch Aight my
Styles] 1997, Mikey Styles, rap artist Composing, not a biter like some kids wish Open speakers blasting Get a good night's kiss Rock a bye baby type '
what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout [Bun B] Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain With diamonds up against
up, uh That's why I gotta tell you Baby, please And she likes me And I really like her Baby, please She's gonna be my wifey Baby, please
cleaner than the star all these (?) wont give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass and they mad cause the b-tch won?t stop [Diddy -
(feat. B.G.) [Lil Wayne] Keep pimpin [x5] I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front One cookin the crack, one rollin' the blunt You get pussy
here is chit-chat You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby