the niggas And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues [Hook] Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too Why'd you sland
to get out, they all thought I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones
get out, they all soft I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch
, they all soft I blow up like a gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off Why are you niggaz tryin to test me trick? And be the first ones to snitch to
street If a nigga got a problem he can tell me where to meet (They like boy he's fresh) [x4] [Verse:] My swagger on stupid, truth is I be in your girls
laid down the ill plan Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy! Tell all the people that their hair can't be nappy!" Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-
of the blue We let them come true Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? Forever young, I want to be
to be I got my top down ridin through I see my partners, Frog, Ron and Boo We're in a Cougar tryin to get with the hoes Twice blue, white insides, gold
police) (they can't get none) [D-Loc] D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police Nigga, I'm straight from the streets Fuck a punk in a blue suit
Ya know some people might ask why we gotta live this way and i just tell em you know its the only way i take them drugs and get fucked up i pop them
, 5 wz poppin 6 wz droppin dnt stop squeezin till the dz start knockin, I be da B to da L to da double O D Y, T-A-Z, now yall can all see why, I repsected
blue with Slim Thugger, and my I'm 50-Feezie My hustlers and my thugsters, holla back breathe easy [Hook] [Chamillionaire] My candy frame got readjusted, (and why
, look at my whip look how my rims move Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol Platinum on wrist blue Wrist poppin' bling green
going again First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a
Chorus] - 2X Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine A little bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be
why I shine C'mon man, you know how I shine I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon final top Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news I don't know why that man clutchin