jus bade and I wanna go Spain in the pool with the babes sip drinks in the cool and the shade so I'm gunna start schoolin their face let em know that
, man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces On, I let my nightmares go I put on, everybody that I knew from the go
On the corner with the boosters And she's the fresh cut and they're on her like sutures And I wanna talk to her But her momma has to school her I wanna see her
like you, We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, man go on go long go strong. (Big Moe
us I don't wanna tell you again so just trust Who make the moves, makin' the bucks and bring the heat So bake that it's shakin' your truck? (Let it go
out of the door So why am I sittin' here At the red light Drivin' 'round lookin' out for her Lookin' out for her Now it's rainin' And I'm lookin' over at the passenger
Pow was a baller hustler slash prisoner. (what else?) But a good listener (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her, Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her
on the gang bang She shoulda used her intuition Then she wouldn't be classified in that position Listen, she sayin' I dissed her 'coz I'm fuckin' her
call her Poochie. She?s in a drophead making a movie And they got two seats and they keep harassin? her You got it fucked up, she ain?t the passenger
Can You Believe It - Styles P [Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe
camp, make tracks Where else can we go to take hoes from fake Macks Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima The passenger, almost fractured her
to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her
Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man When I twist her in the Gold sedan
that, there the motherfucker go right there I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear Yo, let me lift him Wait, before that, let me go
beer shifts and there be soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover, man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her
paper hoe Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow To the tempo, instrumental Real simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe Get involved in the backseat Let
life we live, this just the life we lead Yeah, yeah, gangsta, tales, tales, gangsta, yeah, sugarcoat Omillio Sparks, the young gun My life as an adolescent said I'll go