learned eyes. Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd get down on his knees to pray. This little snappy boy might see the light this ground hog's day
doesn't want you to lose weight, baby. It's just his way of telling you he wants you to smack around his cock and balls some more, honey. He's got some
bustin up blocks like the Tiguska meteorite to hit Russia Comin from the underground I discovered A ground underneath the ground before underground bunkers Dedicate it's
s the only dog for me You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them They make good companions, but even worse enemies It's all on how you take
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip Chorus Lil' Ghetto Boy That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto. x3 That's the life of a G That's
young buck It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest Best, run, cause
it off, but I can get it on and we'll be truckin' 'till the break of day Here comes the doo-dah dealer on his Hog three wheeler, 250 pounds of sin He's
low with the turf O.G.'s Who go about to link nationally Go in it for the risk and for the money But we all fiend for the green It's like a pit, get his
[Verse 1] It's an hot summer day in the LBC It's me the H-E-L-D-A-N to the Z Straight flipping the script on the strip So come equip with your nine and
The angels sing and I feel like that's my roll call And I came with Left Brain, that's my road dawg Switch lanes? Nah homie I'm a road hog Brain to the
told my daddy I'd be a rich man You never know when your fate gon' switch hand Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand I was a young boy
list Come fuck wit me Drug indictment, how could it be Got runner's pushin' crack Got runner's pushin' ? than me [Chorus] [Fed-Ex] To all my G's up
Aye what's up? Look. [Verse 1: Kurupt] It's just another sunny day I'm just pokin' in the sunny shade Walked in the homie's house got blazed How does
game The hood is hard like cotton pickin day We breakin law just like we bayin slaves We blaze and ride my mouth it fool of gold's We sell the snow we also kick in do's
the list Come fuck wit me Drug indictment, how could it be Got runner's pushin' crack Got runner's pushin' ? than me [chorus x2] [Fed-X] 400 G's in
it's forty below Relent to the devil in the cold cold ground Trying to make a dollar here livin' in a boomtown Now the cafe's filled with people