, a bitch or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green leaf, helps me
cheese Showin' love with the thicky Relax your mind and baby bounce with me [Chorus] You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me Break it down, make it fat
for free. The only reliable boy who got to know Lux was Trip Fontaine For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged from baby fat To the delight
.. (for life) Nigga, youse a sucka for love (and y'all hoes out there..) Nigga youse a sucka for love.. [AMG] Now in ninety-fo', hoes gettin lucky like a four leaf
Trina wears her wampam beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree
business Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict Pigs lick shit, rip with
blades 9-9 to be exact, jamming "Sun Hit the Fade" Just got paid off of jam, called "Thought of Many Ways" Sitting fat in the Clover a brand new Rover
scab when they go flurry You don't concern me, your style can't burn me You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie My steelo fat like your girlfriend
street promoters will sleep over and dry your hair with a leaf blower. If you don't know the secret code word, then don't reorder our albums that contain three leaf
ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat! When I'm in ya neighborhood
suck a fat dick Quick to turn a bitch trick Brang the scrilla home to me Kept my pockets fat Should've stopped me on the block sellin coochie for big leaf
fuck, then we don't give a fuck... [PIMP D] Back on up, you know that shit ain't over I'm pickin' these niggas like a four leaf clover 187 and I'm peelin
grains burn when the sun beats down Skin rots more as the earth spins around [Anybody Killa:] I got a handfull of dust From the leaf of the Lotus
leaf. The more you smoke it the better you feel. Take another hit. You ain't bullshittin'. You did good. Would I lie to you? [Verse 3:] Just another day Another fat
m lyin, get caught off guard I'm firin Until I hear sirens, I'm Gone With The Wind A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable Never hold
everybody Then throw a Def Squad cool out party Takin over, barkin like a doggie named Rover (Woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover They bitin
glad you had the patience Cause it's worth it for (A Good Combination) [V1: PACK FM] We're like Boom-Bap and BackPacks, Krylon and fat caps Thug cats
