i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands
winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10, on my way to
Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up
-Rock Cause if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here today But since I'm here I'ma continue to make funky music for my brothers You know what I'm sayin? I
shit They ain't earned shit, they wanna take, I gotta empty clips These niggas ain't shit (I thought you knew, nigga?) That's why my shit stay cocked, I blast if I
I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got garden Need a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You know Christmas is coming up, I got them
Gotta be a renegade (renegade) when it come to funk Some people got a switch blade (switch blade) if they ain't gotta gun I rather knuckle up and fade (up and fade) cause I
mama for it When you got it you couldn't blow it So I saved what I had in the bag, then I would go get Radio batteries, I'd buy the cassettes LPs, 4-tracks
paper I'm from pa represent for UGK and I'm riding for my city like it's rapper ? I got homies on the west I got homies in detroit Matter of fact these
you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type get head then
eyes open I got locked up I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home (
glad I found you. You got me crazy for your loveliness. Once again! This love got me high, I?m soaring. Baby girl, you know I live for it, and I?ll never
in perspective, reflection in step Step to the left while I rep it to the death Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach til I'm so high I'm on
(feat. Shyne) [G. Dep] I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough O's to get, and
out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain
room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all
Killa Killa uhh Yo, yo, yo I know exactly what's wrong with you And it made me so mad I won't do that song with you All them niggas over there, they look
