put 'em on... [Voice Echoey] I put'em on... [Chorus x2] [x4]C'mon, C'mon, ya gotta put me on, (You gotta put me on) [x4]You gotta put me on... (
put 'em on... [Voice Echoey:] I put'em on... [Chorus x2] [x4:] C'mon, C'mon, ya gotta put me on, (You gotta put me on) [x4:] You gotta put me on...
In this nightmare And his kiss will never wake her Revealing all the hopeless despair And she put the sad in this song And she put the sad in this
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss [E-40:] The definition of a boss, let me put you up on it B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker Shit Ain't too many
wake smellin' like Potpourri On the low key, ship Ki's to overseas My shit gets sold quicker than groceries K-double-O-L-and G, you know it's me
grew up with me and Pat Y'all showed me love, now I'm giving it back Al and Ron-G, Stick to Kiwi T-O-B-E, and 3-8 and D My peeps at A.G., Smooth and Big
Thats why I threw marines On each-trice Look its the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [112:] Let me tell you What I wanna do Let me show you That I'm feelin you Wanna
belts, nigga ya need help F-O-X, male in distress Thought you could put it on me, only except he never factored Me throwin' it back-backwards Back shots on
a maginet ill like reggie in the baby carriage with the ceegar don't call me neegar respect me like allah if i ruled the world like escobar me and my
ones that move quickly If you wit me then come get me, I be in the cut like what up wit the butta Shut em down like DT's, smooth on your infantry Strategically
me a gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard ni**az in Michigan, (M.O.B ni**a, M.O
