Ay world, this Streets 101 I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music [Chorus:] Hey hey hey hey hey Now all
(feat. St. Lunatics) [Intro - Murphy Lee - talking] I-I-I-I-I-I see some hoes.. In herrrre.. [J-Kwon - talking] Ayo TrackBoyz.. Its cool if I bring
[Intro] Father, forgive me for I have sinned You know, we all fall short in the glory of God ya know But uh, true life is just so har you know Espically
Dub for my rig yo and I went and spent my money a half of pound of that good So with no further ado I would like to introduce myself J-Kwon And welcome to the Hood Hop
babies How you goin' try to degrade me Yall aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy [J.D Chorus] [J.D Bridge] [J-kwon] Now I'm what can chill Till the
(feat. Eboni Eyes) [whispering] TrackBoyz. [J-Kwon] Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..yeah Come on..ay [Verse - J-Kwon] Call me, I'm the man You
[J-Kwon talkin' over music] Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke, Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me, And they ask me, they ask me [Verse
wop, it's the new improved hood hop I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it's the new improved hood hop I ain't tryin to change hip-hop Put
I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar I don?t give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it) Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon
she always say I'm bad Country wit my boxers and sneakers on Right now my third leg need a sneaker on [Chorus 2x] [J-Kwon talkin over music] Oh, now
daughter to feed Though you supposed to be here at least you sold me that Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that, stupid [Chorus 2x] [J-Kwon
cat, (Dirty) This is high in the parking lot put your hands in the parking lot [J-Kwon] [Verse 2] Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon
the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set kwon cut out them trees
Ay world, this Street's 101 I'm fin ta give u half a pound of J-Kwon And a quarter bird of Track Boy Music Hey hey hey Now all my life, dirty, I been
boy, Musty, ha ah Still ain't wearin' no deodorant, baby, uh huh, never 'Til the day I die, eea Woo, it's get blowed Yo, ya boy J-kwon He's a mothafuckin
TrackBoyz Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, ay Call me, I'm the man You need a hand boo I got a couple of grand Dayton's on ya feet
Now he on the sideline starin' at my click Here comes the five to the four to the three Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me Club owner said, "Kwon
and murph blurr for me Times got hard I had to get harder Let me take that back I had to get smarter 16, I had me a daughter Hold up J-Kwon let's get
