Shallow pictures of the way that it was meant to be. Set the standard so we think like that. Open up your eyes. Normalicy is what you think you're living
Girls roll with me, but I can't find 'em Gimme a second & let me locate 'em Tell me watcha doin after we close We're going where everyone goes On the west
(ha ha ha) Chorus: All night To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south, we make ya wave your hands up high Light L's and drink some liquor
can’t be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape vol. 2 Believe it Ho… Ho… Let me switch up the game [Verse 1] I drink
Look so fine as you (slide it up front, slide it up front) {left, right, East, West, up, down, North, South} (Robin Thicke) {left, right, East, West,
the state Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy I'm tryin to keep the government off me Dodgin hard time and house arrest Whatta you expect
will weep 'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep Personal Take it personal I ain't East coast, West coast, new style or old style You wanna know about me
So grab a seat and listen to da da bridge [Chorus] Buss di dance (Left side) buss di dance (Right side) Buss di dance (East side) buss di dance (West
'em up reach Now where's all the money at? Where you at? Where you at? Put 'em up, reach, put 'em up reach (Yeah) North, south, to the east, to the west
say, she say Pull out da beat tape Give it to da DJ My eyes are tight and shinin''cause I'm smokin' some kill Don't look at me, go buy some drinks, call
even sleep, how the fuck could I dream right? Chorus: Yeah, yeah! And you keep telling me things are getting better, Yeah, yeah! But I'mma do me, you
Jorge. Papi owe me favors.. I know he wont ignore me. Everybody loco niggas gotta show me.. Tell ya girl theres a fire in my pants.. Blow me. Chorus
smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love
be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs If you see him tell him Short said it's back on Let's get this money, midwest down South East coast, West coast
shit you know From the East side bitch Oakland You say it ain't cool, shit ain't stopping me And ain't too many rappers toppin' me You say bullshit
sure Pimp so hard, a nigga drag his mink on the floor Won't you admit it? I ain't gotta talk because I live it Any chick fuckin' with me, believe me
Don't be scared of me Come on over here and let Bubba infect you From the slums the east of Athens to the plains in North Lagrange, Bubba K can stumble
even speak 'cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think About the thirty-three times the law tangled me
