Down and 10 K.A.N.'s. [Chorus] Come on, come on, let me hear you say it Hey ho! Say what, Hey ho! Say what Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah a little
s where ya get ya back from? [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY) Shot-caller balla (that's right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a
Sorry. s-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s. i can't handle it, can't handle it. damn that girl she's scandalous. s-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o
dick Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10 My skin is my sin My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat 2x) [w.c
apartment 80 a piece stack a piece 80 g's old skool dope rider front off set shots 73 you say he's a traper pleas i hang around with a gang of thieves
see a *****n' dead body every day That's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em *****z talk about me I'm throwin' shots back at 'em I'm a pipe, she like a ****
n-gga better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz Trey Songz. [Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles, but a
they thang And a little jury and a Shaun Gas army (All the way) Time fucked up the rhyme [Verse 11: Wish] Hey Mr. K. Ceiling do you know sumthin's wrong
a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's
We way over here Up out your range Don't try to be G that's not your thang You try me G That glock gon' bang K-I-N-G that's not gon' change I'm rich
do you mean? Your boyfriend is a dope fiend And he smoked up all my ice cream Oops, upside yo' head fo' gettin' licked like a lollipop Let yo? nigga cut, where's
the drill...a fro, polo And a nigga in the club smokin dubs Like a tru center thug The big boy Willie Grill Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat If a
'll read: When it comes to fadin' 'em all it was me Willie Calloway A.K.A. the Hog Let it rain let it drip Down ass bounties and a pocket full of chips
still a fuckin superstar. Im still a what king, im bout to live a dream. Everytime i pull out, im wit a strong team. A team full a goons, higher than
Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself
is it a wonder that I love the 80's [verse three - rob swinga] Well I'm rob, a.k.a. as the swinga Comedic at times, and a stone-cold thriller I got
son ridin shotgun My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
, mayne We way over here, up out your range Don't try to be G, that's not your thang You try me G, that Glock gon' bang K I N G, that's not gon' change
