my room, in my room Woah In my room In my room In my room In my room In my room In my room In my room In my room In my room In my room Woah
you know me, if you rhyme better well then kid you best show me Fly by wrecking, never come in second, fists in my pocket and use my words as my weapon
to let her slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis
alot My thoughts they are twisted, my tentacles are all in a knot I don't even have the strength to get up and take another shot. Now my best friend, my
, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades, twenty three inch rims Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast, worldwide All my
pimp, playa hatin' But ya betta be pinnin' yo self I cuts in with tha M-11, 357 Automatic weapons from my shelf These niggaz wanna take my health My
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
Coast All around the world Every city I'm gone get me a California girl (I can't forget about the) Midwest ladies down Southeast Coast All around the
from coast to coast Short Dog, let 'em know Still spitting that game and macking hoes Short Dog, you so cold You'ze a player from coast to coast Short
Where my money at ho? Where my money at yo? Get my money 'fore I whip Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious
fools, You California dudes do not play I though you thoughtamajig, I though I told you my nagga Game colder than a six pack of soda my nagga Northren Cali, 23's on my
of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
The best from each coast The midwest to the "dirty dirty" Even further to Miami All the way back to Californ-i-a (hey, hey!) It would probably be best
play to the men's room, to get myself into groove Turned to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said, "shmoove" Got out the mirror, and went to work, my
, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun Killah type cat, you better be glad I'm not one Had a couple stars up in my sky She was my moon and my sunshine Dude
