was lookin hotter than the 4th of July And then out of nowhere the cops rolled up And said, "Put your hands up" I said, "Huh? What?" [Chorus x2] [Verse
at all-time low and you crossed me I used to treat you good, take you shoppin and feed ya But now I'm doin fine, and girlfriend, I don't need ya For you
can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On Y'all niggaz and Southsiders [Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X
positioned on the stoop Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissin' in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya
[Chorus: repeat 4X] It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [repeat 8X] Let's Ride [repeat 3X] Get High [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone] aint
on the stoop Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya
ta come out, Magnum catch 'em on the run it's on fools don't understand how I shoot this shit got my steel toes on bout ta boot this bitch in the ass
out , out, out(Blow ya back, blow ya back out) x4 Blow yurr back out Break-Down* What's ya name, what's ya age. Hit me later on and maybe we could hang
forgotten fate, county of the blues Street address, generation X avenue But generation Y high to the point that I drink Runnin' on a new one Walkin' in my silver boots
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On Y'all niggaz and Southsiders Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X
[C-Murder](Talking) Say Bass Heavy brah Turn that shit up ya dig De one here, ya muthafuckas ain't bootin up on tha flo' (yeah boot up nigga or shut
and puffing and bluffing And not on a double to nuttin'. I doubled up when I f*d yer girlfriend, Double to double, when I doubled de barrel, R.O. dubbed
it I'm like the nba sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, Bitch I'm known for jammin Smoke mary, mary, mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
fuck It's on, fuck Oliver Stone, he made Colors Gettin paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut
the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night Chorus [Boots] The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world or that old man who was snorin' rolled on
might as well have nothin' on ya body bitch Infrared on my side cause you know how hot it get messin with the proper cheese to put what looks good on
less White he can sell on the corners of Bushwick White he can sell on the corners of Flatbush Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy Pass the torch
Boy Mail on Sunday the album comin' soon It's the movement, shorty I see you I'm a give u this cake... E'rr day Hey... my team on the scene full of green
