m getting parmagane cheese And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me That's when it
out ya grave and laid down again I refuse to go bak to no dough again I'd rather go to my young boy that grow dro again Then make a young boy strip wit
Lay the weak to rest In southern California ain't no place like this Have to stuff y'all too and we created this shit So don't be saggin young buck in
's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron Then'll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk
these niggaz be dro they dont know how to be DRO Chorus 2x's NIggaz swear they know about DRO but they say they smokin that DRO They dont really know
ganstas who been servin since you was doin the running man Went down did 10 back round and rich again That's why I'm young with the soul of an old man I'm shell
now and before I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw I pop everything three's, from my shell to my bottoms i'm aware,
hide 'cause here comes the Beehive [Verse 2: Reeks] It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored
s I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron Then'll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk