and see your smile And i fall into the ground And I don?t care of what I find If I?m wrong or if I?m blind I fall into the ground Wake up it?s time
a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong! [Chorus] [Jay-Ski:] It's the Booty Man!! [Verse 3: Booty Man and The Rotweiler] [BM] C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time 95 South
go, cats jock me like WHOA! Digga puttin' TVs on the cotties like WHOA! Rah first featured on The Score like WHOA! Whores tried to run up on my draws like WHOA! C
they car cloudy Went to my patna house, an they was posted , splittin Vegas Bet five dollars a game on Madden '95 on Sega Taggin out the room, fools layin on the ground
to C-K It's O.K. everyday But don't caught or you get all day You know we lose more soldiers than weight Homies never comin' home for a sloppy-ass C-K
Don't watch award shows, too many faggot scenes I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots bitch [
In '95 until, I still kick the ill lyrical miracles Leavin' rappers hysterical I keep it raw and when I got the gat I hit'em all And on the M-I-C I rip
Chorus] L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-
no name on them you know what I'm saying when you been hit by the bitch you know it was ment for your punk ass my nigga Ski whats up my nigga C whats
C'] Geto Boys [Lil' J] Hey [Johny 'C'] What's up, J? [Lil' J] Yeah man, I got Willie D on the other end [Johny 'C'] What's up Will? [Willie D] What's
Mr. Ian looked at me gotti let go take a trip I know where they got them beeper 3 for we can get em shipped See baby the ground is mine niggas try to
City stand up in this motherfucker Know what I'm saying My nigga gardy in this bitch, what's up my nigga Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem done touch ground
bill collector rippin' Killin' niggas for that mad money thang Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues Nothin' to lose, everything to prove Little thug from the C
(So uh, breaker breaker one nine) Course, it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine, It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah
dong Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat It's the Booty Man C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time 95 South down with
Big dope boys and trap All you rap niggas role out I trap when it's cold out Whack niggas flyin' But I stay down to I'm sold out 'Cause down a hundred ground
