on the beach We can share, its only fair Ive got paradise on call, its ours, its ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A
the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock
me some respect Cuz baby boy im a "G" [Chorus] G stands for girl like gangsta Dont make em like me anymore so we in danger So at ease little guy we outrank ya
pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet A zebu's my pet And get in the
creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep Nigga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear
front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute? There are police, go! Verse one: Give me that beat fool, it’s a
it's on, on sight you call me a Muslim, no i'm not a resident, still got my vote in Farrakhan for president, a white America, i'm tearing ya a new
your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your
rippin like a chainsaw yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like Hee Haw Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll
and a scout. Naughty sweat so shout. Make ya bawl out shout. Make ya holla me gah give affection in your direction. We go all out. Gyal, just follow we if ya
a Porsche We get dough in all land the size of philly of course Can imagine the price that my jewelery really would cost We go to clubs with a briefcase and a
Players, players) To my man King Tee, seem like he cant think Without a drink but he's a player, he's a player Got to admit it, TLA, you a goddamn player To Tone-Loc, boo, ya
L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday
And de most energy meh wan' gi her tonight Give her tonight gan makes ya feel right Makes ya fly like a kite and reach a new height, ya We give it to
go, now we in the Louis tho It's two below hundred degrees, I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L. hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin'
hips Run girl Cream on your thong girl, and l*** it all off Catch it in your mou**, like your last name Moss Set a pick for your boy, then you run it
spite of the lies that y'all told Believe me these folks is all cold from the Polo Club to Paul doe They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a
its why we pimpin on a pimp ass stall We back and forth still boy when I shoot that big ass wall she wanna live boy betta get up on ya guard get down
