on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit Got the macs, got the nines, got
huh, true dat! True dat! True dat! [Verse 1:] The Rotweiller and Thrill Da Playa [RW] Yo, don't try to fake the funk on Go on, give you ya milk-bone;
you want me to [69 Boyz] my grandmamma sent me to the grocery store to get some type of foods and aerosol but when I got the aisle with the milk and
the path 'Cause if they ain't got they shots Then the kitty might not get got They say it ain't got a bad bone In any ol 'eyes, it's gold So girl, don
but in certain situations you just follow your heart cuz in reality she's probably got a man of her own but I could fantasize as long as I got to for
? Cause i ain't gone lie All these christmas lights got my light bill high I ain't got no chocolate chips To go along wit no glass of milk But I got
CD inside your disc play Turn up your radio, one man army scenario Here we go yo, the kids love me Like Saturday morning cartoons, milk & cereal, word
what he got but he ain't got much It's a beautiful thang that you cannot touch And you want what she got but she ain't got much And to do or die, you
check a one two check a one two If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all - a check one check two now I check you Now everyone knows I got the Milk
women didn't leave me back to the bunk My friend told me I had a Leacky Flask My friend told me I need an easy pass Mum's milk and dad's cheese Little Bob got
fade She was dressed like a chamber maid All decked out in silk and I took her Like a cat takes to milk Come here little Queenie or... Has the cat got
canteen now I'm like Point I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads Counterpoint during my famine I never got broke your bread Well equation
of refrigerator Give him a Nilla wafer No role model, provoke him to shift focus Cus he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen Kids got
i piss clumsy with electrode head pan (sorry), pitty the pretty internet gotta empty the bed pan, left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!), right got
if his two feet fester, it was rude of me people, meet left and lefter Planted like a model of civility and honor for the sector But never got his extra
[Sex noises] (food clothes medicine) Heh. So y'all know it's nearly a hundred and ten degrees in this fuckin' vulgar room domain. Got the motherfuckin
for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them Wonder why you wept over spilled milk And got