Testi:
Bobby Short From Now On

fool that was Had suddenly found life song Since you appeared So baby, be it resolved From now on No more floundering No more hot spots No scatterbrain From now on

Stressed out like Whitney, Bobby Brown, weed and whiskey Smokin' Newports, no support But like Too Short I keep it goin' Shootin' up forts, who in this sport wanna fuck wit me Come on

on it With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line She blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39 He hollered "Stand on it, go 'head baby, stand on it" Well

shit, look over you...hork spit Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk Homey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony Hawk Over short paper

Me and that nigga B-Legit On some ol' D-Shot I'm home sick Ripped back on tron, garglin' rocks and rhymes From turf to turf, when it goes from worse

look I'm koool on that Uh-uh, I'm hella koool And you hoes, blowin em Now they see me on the big screen, doin big things Hella Thurl is now an underground

you can't come with the rest of her friends Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends Make rounds from the back of the Benz

, fuckin with power You fuckin with the Wu bastards, fuckin with ours We the most livest, most largest, squadrant Sergeants in Africa, thugs from America Live from New York, straight from

on the grill Charcoalin motherfuckers That's right [Kool Keith] I call up Motion, crank the pipes in the green Cutlass Stankhead roll, super fly spinner on gold vogues From