all wish y'all could We in this game, gettin' money and we livin' good Stayin' real to the end like we know we should It's all good [Verse 2] It's all
the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) [Bun B] Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good
in the way he stoppin. Never ever stop, i smoke good crop. You know when i hold, i come red out the shop. It might be apa, it might be brandy, nine coats
like I do I'm getting rap money and gettin' street money too Yeah, Jack, I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta G-A-N-G-S-T-A I keep it real all day, every
where the good Lord split ya You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Interlude: Bun B] The good book say, that he who is without
Niqqa Down, Down Down Choppa Choppa Break it Down Down Down I Lay A niqqa Down Down Down Choppa Choppa Break it Down Down Down I Lay A Niqqa Down Down
Much love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn It's Dogghouse and we all
love to my niggas rippin' in California Doin' it big with my nigga bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn It's Dogghouse and we all in
up here. Patrick O'Riley- Alright. I'm Patrick O'Riley, i'm a leperchaun. You all doin' good? Yeah, i'm not doing so good. I had a wonderful life
my everything you all I ever wanted We can do it real big Bigger than you ever done it We can do it real big Bigger than you ever done it (Bigger than
it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dancin' And yo it might sound good when you spittin' your rap But in reality, don't
my crew mayne it's some cheese dat I gotta be makin' Can't go to jail den it's my freedom dem bastards be takin' You think you slick with it, you bitches
I shall bust if you in it, man, represent it, man If it's all about that, yah, that green then I'm wit' it, man Understand where I'm comin' from, out
man fuck them goddamn bitches yeah and that's not all your bound to fall put my hand on the wall break it down y'all motherfucking law dealers and
[Project Pat] Crusin' Farsier Blvd. Made a right on Hollywood mayn. just bought a sack from the crest it's all good mayn In the hood mayn its the project
same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga) [Bun B] Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again
in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it's something
