you've been countin by the thousands Profilin, pushin more weight than your medallion We be wildin, lockin blocks down just like the Island Dough pilin
the quickness I'm buggin', I'm trippin' in reality I'm skitzin' The cops got me trapped in the Audi wit the Smith & [Chorus] [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
like richard I'm a shhhh (sound effect) like emit game I'm antoine fisher And I am legend jus like fresh prince, but dis no will smith I'm braveheart
(feat. Brian McKnight) [Parrish Smith] "Looked her up and down, said hmm I'll take her" [x1] [BM] Hoooooooo-ooh! [x1] [BM] I'll take her.. [x1] [BM
one chance to flow I let y'all know While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough Also stretch the doors on my Navigators Long as the Olajuwon Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith
that I raped that hoe I'm here to get the cake and dough, pack this product, make a scope If life ain't bout choices, what the hell they make The Matrix fo'? Fuck Smith
we was from the projects But everytime I want it, layaway or a deposit My dad'll say "when you see clothes close ya eyelids" We was sorta like Will Smith
G, ask them niggas around me The P maybe free, but my tracks cost money I might talk funny, but this nigga is no dummy Now cough up my dough before I
I learned from the best the ones that's livin and the ones that's put to rest So I bless my chest with a vest and pack a Smith-N-Wes And then I'm off
Brown)] (Uh.) Did y'all expect us? (No no.) Bitches, can y'all get naked? (That's right!) [JD] Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see Fa so la ti, it
love is when thugs be bumpin my shit (I love) Niggas with heat, (I love) niggas that's deep Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff) Mic blessin, Smith
make it hot LL Cool J got to make it hot uh Brandy got to make it hot LL Cool J got to make it hot uh word is bond my man Doug Rasheed yeah Brandy indeed Mr.Smith
life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin? First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean? Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith
, dough pealin Cruise the track, candy paint on the 'llac Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' momma relax What he wearin on his back, is never off the rack Todd Smith
Boo King Of Louisiana I Been The Truth If You Don't Know Betta Ask Somebody I Am The Show And The After Party I'm Stackin Dough Ain't Gotta Sell Crack
, I'ma let these fuckers know BK style, my niggas Love the Dough About six hard years, eleven months ago We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go Now I get dough
you in Harlem, you looked like a dude-fuck game It's a shame trying to gain fame as a hoe You're the same as the other hoe But came in the game for the dough