dam homey (irie! ) I got em wit da clothes, I got em wit da kicks I got em wit da dough, I got em wit da whip (dat's right cuyah! ) I got em wit da threads
it, DAMN~! She pullin up my shirt with it, WILD You hurtin 'em girl, your - doin yo' thug thizzle I'm feelin the Monie go right in the middle She got
They Heard Im Paid But They Aint Happening Lil Mamma You Needs Too Back Up Im On J-Dawg Shit,You'll Get Smacked Up Thinkin That We Spending Profits Thats
retire! [Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball] From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell em
hustlin, dirty money mustlin Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin Look at my face you can tell I seen both of em I stick in move do my
, beating up all they cock I got a million dollar platinum, i'm bout to exacute my plan Big faces don't fit I got to hold'em in my hand Make a grand,
up all they cock I got a million dollar platinum, i'm bout to exacute my plan Big faces don't fit I got to hold'em in my hand Make a grand, spend a grand
killin you holmes [Verse 4 - Dutch] MF it don't get no realer than that See the jails got my niggas I'm takin em back Serve em out for any smoker who got
out the Ram I don't give a damn, and I mean it when I scream it True raw dog Hogg, y'all bitch niggaz dreaming [Hook x2] [J-Dawg:] We ride we don't
: x2] It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What? It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What? It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What? Bout to brake em off, watch
[talking:] Ha-ha, H-Town say [J-Dawg:] I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted And the way I work the
dawg is soakin Addicted to it Jd say I got it bad 18 nigga makin more than yo dad They think they doin it but I'ma out do em If you know somebody like
from the hobos Tryin to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no! Bubba K done got in the zone boy That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your own toy And as
So you got it figured out, what your lifes about I bet it's really great a great big house and a perfect bitch of a wife you love to lay I HATE YOU ALL, FUCK 'EM
stuff might get intense") One more time - Just kill 'em 'Bus Ain't nobody around to witness nothin' Heavens devil strangle Hell's Angel with a mic cable Then J
to have this game called paperball (Paperball? What the fuck is that?) Get a piece of paper, ball that motherfucker up and play with it! Hahahaha Verse Three: J-Ro I got
Do It) Il Make Ya Lean Wit It(Rock Wit It)Make Em' Lean Wit It(Rock Wit It) Make Em' Lean Wit It(Rock Wit It)Now Bring Da Hook In It Tell Em'!!! I Be
