and shit... Thought ya boy was dead man I ain't gone no where pimpin' (No sir) I've been chillin' (Chillin!) Makin plenty money Smokin plenty of that
s a lot of bloods Who ain't afraid to kill a soul Like the locked up thug But back to the point Me I got them chopper colors Like the kitchen of a fanta
my crown, ten toe down, Tommy ain't givin' a FUCK! Runnin' and gunnin' a tech in my coat When I open my trench if a nigga's best built Niggas who trippin
whining I'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine) It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty
know the kid got paper Like 40 don't sava BANKHEAD been pullin capas The way you drop woulda thought I had a taser Call me street like the raver? Shawty Lo, A
paper Like 40 don't sava BANKHEAD been pullin capas The way you drop woulda thought I had a taser Call me street like the raver? Shawty Lo, A.T.L, I'm
grams is a key outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a G so I send it down couple a rounds, never lost to P never lost a G mutha fuckas never crossin
wet She leakin, soak and wet Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker) Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker) [Verse
[Intro:] Well Heller I-I-I feel good I'm single I'm free yeeeaaaaa Dese ya boyz Treal T-R-E-A-L and we doin dis song right here for all dem singles out
swing Boyz II Men going off Not too hard, not too soft Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men Boyz II Men, Boyz, Boyz, Boyz, Boyz II Men A B C, B B D
again Doin' a little East Coast fling Boyz II Men going off Not too hard, not too soft Hey Motownphilly back again Doin' a little East Coast fling Boyz
money, sonny, I ain't even braggin I'm in the toll taggin, collectin plenty paper And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz
a lot of bloods who ain't afraid to kill a soul like the locked up thug but back to the point me i got them chopper colors like the kitchen of a fanta
its a lot of bloods Who ain't afraid to kill a soul Like the locked up thug But back to the point Me I got them chopper colors Like the kitchen of a
top [A-come on!] Jay got the ride with the bowling-ball bang, 2500 dollars a rock! [Aw, lookin' good now!] On the set it be Benz's, Beamers, A whole
nature Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths 2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass 2 Live Crew