at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live,
have your money out Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out Send her to ER with half her tummy out No C-section
and got him aint nuttin in my name and 50 cleaned up mine im still parinoied though from what i left behind gotta put me some gloves on they fuckin wit buck
1" weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day Performing acapella, no DJ, 98 live,
2's about this girl named Yvette She lived out in Queens, pushed the red Corvette She's pumpin' weight in and outta state Outta state license plate See her
they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines Inferno's outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living
Velma Kelly] Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break [Company] And all that jazz [Velma Kelly] Show her where to park her girdle Oh, her mother
them straight B's and C's Ready to go to war, I take you to war Hoo-Bangin' as I buck through your passenger door Bust, grab your bitch and tell her
go to war, I take you to war Hoo-bangin as I buck thru your passenger door (buck buck) Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (hit the deck
than a lot of them When I meet a Legends fan it's just like another friend It's the feeling that we give The music that we live Negative positive, how you live how you live
s time to dick her I ain't in love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her Drop off and let the next nigga get her That's the way it goes, it's time
real thug, where your sets put 'em up Your life seem full of hard times, really rough Put the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucks Don't eat with
Son, my gun'll bring a playboy bunny out Somebody gotta die, I'm a try ya hunny out Send her to ER with half her tummy out No C-section, no infants comin