and stoned all night No one's free nothing's equal they don't see our potential take a look at what we got don't seem like much but fuck its a lot
Cassidy] I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you know you not a groupie, make some noise [Chorus] G-R-O-U-P-I-E Told me that she ain't a freak [2X] Told me that she ain't a freak [2X] G-
be free Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P- E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach Shakin Uncle Sam
's a P.M.R.C. F is for fighting, R is for red, Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed. E, we elect them, E, we eject them, In the land of the free
up and party with me On the count of three, everybody claim where your from One, two, three! The Bottom, that's where I'm from, that's where I reside That's
that's when that hatin' start I know one way to go pussy and that's hard [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm out right now a hundred thousand dollar bonds Pussy
the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter
the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams
back Look at me couple more times and one of dem nigga's just a mack wantin the 6-9 for a minute while he's down in my lap It's all about pimpin and he
like Stiffler Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two" I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe
Right [Missy] Uhhhh.. [Havoc] Let's do this, one time baby [Missy] Uhhhh.. [Havoc] Yea-yea [Missy] Yah.. [Havoc] Yo [Verse One: Havoc] Whattup ma, the
while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K "know" one here even
Oh shit, it's gonna be big pimpin' in this Atlanta, G A Pimp me daddy I be flippin' hoe's like a spatula, rakin' 'em in like a new Accra Bitin' 'em
to Mack and got women everywhere I got one up in E.P.A. And two down in South Central L.A. One in Frisco and one in Berkeley Got a few Southern girls
stingy) I'm not greedy (Well, where's that weed fiend?) You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun Blow one for the po one Nigga, don't you owe one? Act like ya know one No one
brand new to tattered and torn This place is Jimmy crack corn My shit's Mazola Your style's kiddy like Crayola JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar Study the E-M-C-E-E's
next nigga gun if that's the case then get a bigga one you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out of the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's
