ta break us up, lace it up, Keep tha theme tight, Its lifestyle man get off wen we sleep 9's, Im on tha 7 47 7, From tha fake flight, From tha sports
them like a candle TOUCHDOWN! Up town Up town Hollygrove, U.S.A. Money long like a New Orleans flight to L.A. Fuck boy I rep New Orleans like everyday Everynight Ballin like Reverend Knight Every Night Everyday 24/7
cold, Lil' Doogey and I ride The 4 by 4 shh, nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin' is my hobby 2 bitches in the room 2
you bleed motherfucker I would'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or g motherfucker Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker Verse 2
chorus there is a flourish Which I play as em9 054030 and em7(2) 050430 to get back To the g Intro: g repeated to get the rhythm G From china to chinatown
V.F.R Sharp Delta chrome 3YB SUPERKOOL123, K.161 Jive156, 'Cause NFC Stay high 149 Mitch 77, L-T-N-S Vade, Hondo U-G-A Original freight hater RibOne,
, steward Ave. Homes Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike
herunter ins tiefe Tal. 3. Ich ging vorbei und las mir'n auf und ich ihn in mein Lädlein schloß. 4. Ich schloß mein Lädlein
dem Gürtel der Karpaten um das grüne Kleid der Saaten Land voll Gold und Rebensaft Land voll Gold und Rebensaft. 2. Siebenbürgen Meeresboden einer l
get on up Forward march A T L A N T A G A that's where I S T A Y Until my D to the Y I N G D A Y back to that A T L A N T A G A that's where I S T A
[Intro] It's tha Re-mix Young Buck! G-Uniit South! Ha ha! Aye yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A. I got a spot in New York And I just got a spot in
creations and clashin' (D) Doing a double dose of damage and dashin' (E) Everlastingly encouragin' everyone just to endure (F) Facing feeble fools as I faithfully just flow forth (G
is B.G. KnoccOut Asking ta be in my next vide-o Get tha 7 digits slap that ass And step to ya hoe Now I'm off like a G flee to the C-P-T See my niggas
B.G. KnoccOut Asking ta be in my next vide-o Get tha 7 digits slap that ass And step to ya hoe Now I'm off like a G flee to the C-P-T See my niggas on
is mad hot, 100 degrees Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat Surrounded by strink G's As I count Ben-G
keep dancin I'm chancin, grindin winnin, advancin Go it now im gone with a clovo full of hate And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid [2
give it to 'em I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me I live in 2 0 7, East New York