Turning robbery, so why would you bother me [Chorus:] Number one homie on the hood's list Number one homie on the street's list Number one homie on yard
robbery, so why would you bother me [Chorus] Number one homie on the hood's list Number one homie on the street's list Number one homie on yard's list
she was the shit (uh-huh) I seen her in the V.I.P. chillin with her clique (yeah) She hot mayne, I watched her (c'mon) I like her style She don't know
[Talking] Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade
(feat. K-Doe) [Talking] Ahhh, You now rockin' with the best (uh huh) Ice Ice Ice (Icewood) let me clear my throat, Icewood!!! [Verse 1: Blade Icewood
'm that man With an ounce in my hand, 6-1-9 be that land Where you get that cronic, damn Ain't no need for push and shove Homie show me love This Califa
But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga) Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a maury flow
better swing, batta batta swing Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring It's a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over 1
[Intro] We have the elegant styles of Chamillitary... hmm? what? We have the elegant styles of the Chamillitary Band On the bass drum you have the elegant
basically just like my opinion The bars hoping the sun shines on them But you still gotta watch the phonies Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie
the DVD's And I just put plenty platinum, up on my Hummer I roll around in Houston Texas, with the #1 Stunner the #1 Stunner [Hook:] If you the type
[VERSE 1: MC Eiht] Fresh off the streets from the underground Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk To let
B smokin' on some Hennessy [LIL' HAWK] Now as I hit the L block who in the fuck that I be With a red flag bhakis sag S to the P (bitch) My nigga had
nigga Mr. D-A-Z, shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G, shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P, shout outs to my niggas C, Style and me. [Snoop (Nate):]
, my paper I'm so fire, fire Patron got a brotha feelin higher, higher (HEY!) higher, higher Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper [Verse 2: Styles P
