say Them girls, them girls, them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls, them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls, them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls, them girls, them girls
: Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls Them girls, them girls
they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin' Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties I'm
From A to Z G is for girl like gangsta G is for girl like gangsta (Where I fit in is G) "A" is what them boys say when they callin me Buzzing all around
to the ledge I'd probably be in the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
push upon you, excuse if I stutter D-d-d-DAMN, it gets no better I'm pretty sure you heard it flies no matter the weather Got a girl, you got a man,
me where the fuck you'd be? Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours And I'd have seen Ren fuckin
there. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now? Them
watch me You watch me Cause I be WEE-ZY must see t.v. C3 nigga that's me And I'm me I'm me Times three so retreat or suffer defeat I'm back 3 PEAT C3
[Young Jeezy:] It's M.C. and Y.J. Another hit, okay We lookin' fine, takin' off Saw us on a runway On any given Sunday, Monday, Tuesday They try
ain't? Nigga state ya name. You know we got them umbrellas if ya make it rain. So what you want them good girls or them bad ones? I got them girls make
When we hit the sick, I'm the cure We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor Ain't nobody botherin' you All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY, and I'm filthy, c'mon (Chorus) [Black Rob
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where
you girl, why you lookin at me And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy It's a shame you don't hear me though And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money,
question who I'd rather be with I love ladies I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat The girl looked pretty
'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz Thinkin' them slugs'll fly Call me P.C Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel