Testi:
Drag On Respect My Gangsta

the penn [Styles P] You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case, I'ma fight my shit I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit I'ma chain smoke

that gangsta shit Uh uh, that Dogg Pound Gangsta shit Well uh, can't stop that gangsta shit Oh boy, that Dogg Pound Gangsta shit [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Playaz, gangstas

on cars that's why they give him On-Star Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the

my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody

(feat. Cross, Drag-On, Eve, Infa-Red, Sheek) [Drag-On] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...) Get it right,

journal My 357'll turn a, situation ugly Throwback jersey in the skelly On the corner and a reign about my money Sing my song till I'm gone, And when

, then come the ass Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash When I score with a whore she be game for sure Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on

rubble Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke belt buckle Jewels, pay respect to my larynx My bird blew niggaz away like a clarinet My hoes,

my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody