I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'm the head
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants So I can point out what I want I was chosen by standard procedures And I'll assure you I don't mind I'm the head
Перевод: Нож. Hangin 'Out.
: I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'm
and only get a 2 in the source They never should've booted me out of reform school Deformed fool,takin a shit in a warm pool They threw me out the Ramada
home Now there's nothing in this paydirt The ghosts are all I know Now the oil's gone The money's gone And the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on
'all need to stop actin like you slow" I go hard! Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click Who runnin round makin the threats
killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in
[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Somebody call the doctor man... RE-MIX! It's like them haters out there got a sickness man that need to be cured Hey hey hater! Hey
you poisoned birthday cake I wont deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill me
of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the
, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
that? Where my knife at? Shawty, I be right back Fresh out the box, I'ma mash out (Ya hear me?) This year a hundred mill' I'ma cash out (Ya hear me?)
willing to find a way to say, oh, my But check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my ghetto A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out
gang, no thang And the bullets they ring out Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire We strip 'em and beat they brains out I gotta give Ps to
on a mission on murder Roll city to city without no pity Well, I got a clique see My niggas up out of the woods reapin' Peep me creepin' out of the corner
and my suedes on I'm gettin' my kicks Diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on I'm too much I'm a gas I am anything but middle class When I hang
