1- I can't get down, I can't get down Wit' you no more I can't get down, I can't get down Wit' you no more I can't get down, I can't get down Wit
can't get down I can't get down with you no more I can't get down I can't get down with you no more I can't get down, oh oh I can't get down I can'
thousand bail and an infrared Glock I'll never get back Can't fight the shit so I'm down for probation, waitin Two years and sixty days in a locked station Can't
these cats is playing, softball Put that bat down, swing at a golf ball I can get raw dog, when niggas stud up Don't get your block knocked off, wig cut
long shower but couldn?t get it goin? still stepped out the door just to get the things flowin? some undertow is pullin my down, don?t know what it is
like a soldier Buck at them niggas, they ain't no muthafuckin soldiers [Verse One] Can't get no ??? If you do better watch your bizack Can't get 'em,
(They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger
vogues all on point On my way to the Town to get a doja joint Pushed it to the 7 to get some dank Hit the liquor store to cold get drank Now I got my
to get a good look nigga (haha uh) Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate The license plate say: "Get one nigga" (haha) Can you get one nigga?
For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash
punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5
the glock Cock the muthafucka, No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin
niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA!
ya and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya and I don't care if its the motherfuckin' holidays I ain't gone preach just pose and look
if it ain't candy then the job ain't true [Eightball] Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese it ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of
out your class Freestyle up the coastline a whole tank of gas I hit the dank and pass, I spank that ass You flow but I know for a fact you can't last
your temple, and pop yo' pimple Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts [Aceyalone] I specify in rockin my page from the heart I dig down
