jam)] [x8:] (liks liks liks boy, liks liks liks boy) [Interlude over x8: Xzibit] Geyeah, Alkaholiks for ninety-fo' Makin more dutch than Ross Perot
hook Infatuated with the way, that the back of they head look Wanted for fucking bitches, call me the cookie crook You don't believe me won't you ask me, how your cookie
(feat. Billy Cook) [Trae] Back at it again, and I feel like I'm in my prime Fuck rhymes, I'ma wreck this motherfucker for Dinkie doing time Slow Loud
Put the kush back blowin strong like some percocet Still affiliated with the mid and purple pac Money money money, I gotta get plenty I throw that ross
[feat. Swizz Beats, Game, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross] [Swizz Beatz:] Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer
my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish
, baby, 'cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making them nauseous, cautious these niggas is flossing My Nina Ross
am I fishing? And if you wanna be better than me then stick to the wishing Or right in front of the teacher like in school detention And I forgot to mention cooking
Ricky Ross, with something special right here Excuse the marijuana, just trying to drug myself We got some gangstas in the house too Come on I got a
money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking
flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking
' on me, all chrome Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam Safety on Glock, ice on rock I rep Biggie since Rick Ross
[Hook: x4] Get Money, Get Cash Let Them Haters Hate [Verse 1: Romeo] I live for good cream The fens they want me I'm not cooked coke But I feed the dope
Ross] Bitch I got money too Trilla album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip the keys (Twenty-five!), in the kitchen (Cookin' food
emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook