[Verse 1:] Follow the leader, bad senoritas in two seater's She loves green, that's money, Mary Jane and Margaritas The way it seems, the streets be
[Verse 1: Mike G] Constantly breaking down trees just to lift him up Might keep a main bitch or a plethora of different sluts So cocky that I think I
wir sind cool, wie Kiev. Ihr seid G's, nur Movie - G's. 257, Jay, Fave. Junge wir sind was, wir sind.. ahh.. PAC! Mike: Butter bei de' Fische, Mikroleader
(feat. Mike Marshall) [Mike Marshall] Just pimps and ho's and playas No time for player haters (Ph balanced) Just pimps and ho's and players Just players
I pack the pump cause I'm out the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's black and junk I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done got rings that like Mike
tessles squeezing your blood vessel Leaving your ass tied up like pretzels Ak to the Inye to the Le, rolling with real G's Doing these official robberies Yes! [hook] I'm on some Mike
them niggas from the Brick Packin a Tec, and quick to blast it (A [Name] Street bastard) Sendin niggas to a casket 915s, my g-a-n-g makin noise Us niggas
to centipedes From pennies, yeah tiga To a gang of g's And all my homies go from oz's to ki's On the night of the last rap that I write Mike Tyson gon
(feat. Killer Mike) ["Sho ya right" repeated in background of verses] [BackBone] Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck Tell 'em, get that right and straighten
Al, Mike, Bruce; Drums: Dennis; Piano: Brian; Organ: Brian; Guitar: Ed Carter, Billy Hinsche; Moog: Brian; String Ensemble: Brian; Percussion: Ricky Fataar, Carl. G
by the pounds nigga ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze got the chevy on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep the
Betta Watch Yo Ears Cause Country Boys Talk With A Dirty Mouth And Dey On Dem Cornas N Dey Hustlin Up Da Dirty Deep Betta Watch Dem Dirty Boys Down South We Keep It Dirty G
m not in the lab you know I'm trying to grab a Couple G's chick please, what are you getting mad for In the morning When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil
Gangbangers only No lollies, no ?volkas?, no yeez No gilligan niggaz [BIG WY:] It's the bottom of the ninth and I'm badder up Side burns and gold teeth
flexin, super dope def and If you're lookin for a tape why don't you pop the best in? (Who?) Well the best is me (Who?) The D-a-n-g-e, the r-o-u-s D-
Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, so Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great I miggedy-make the
the soul Black medallions, no gold Hangin out with Pos, hangin out with Mase Buddy, buddy, buddy all in my face [Mike G:] For the lap, Jimbrowski must
the soul Black medallions no gold Hangin' out wit Pos hangin' out wit Mase Buddy buddy buddy all in my face [MIKE G:] For the lap Jimbrowski must wear
