Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit boys wanna have it, breakin boys off
one we can take it to the house you got game? we can take it to the hoop the rich boys up in here you better let them boys through i'm like scrappy"
HIGH from the orange county VERDUGO i.e. BARRIO LOGAN s.d. gang wars you could die from one but when we in the system the SUR is one blood ! to all the barrios
E. Fresh, Chill Will, Barry B BDP, Eazy E, PRT, Lakim Shabazz, Jaz, Jay-Z, Tragedy, QB [Chorus] - 2X Markie Fresh, The Mack of Rap, now the Fat Boys
a little Marvin Gaye and Barry White and Teddy P Mixed in with a little Billy Dee and this is a gentlemen's song And little children, girls and boys,
came to town Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what? Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
It's your boy Chingy Representin' the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa Niggaz act like they got
Furious Five, and the Masterdon Cosmic Force, Bammbaataa, Jazzy 5 Lovebug Starski, Junebug, Busy Bee Run, D, Jay, LL, Kane, Biz Markie Doug E., Will, Barry
The barrio starts two streets over Miguel, he's a friend of mine With brick weed, built a reputation Like dry ice in the summertime Now all you need'
the South baby, Texas and GA T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride Show them boys you got
boots spray painted witcha names T-shirts airbrushed that read the same Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? Barry
88, scraping plates All up and down 2-88 (8-8) I Said, girl you remember that shit Me, Herms Tooley, keep it with the hitting licks Use to have boys sick
grind S-Coup with the ceiling recline, we shine Represent it till the end of time, 'cause it's mine I'm still a Barre baby, still a Barre baby Hitting
Zano Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit boys wanna have it, breakin boys
Pokey Sippin on P P-t All cause my partna big snoop Sippin on Drank Gal-lon Boys can't drank more than Moe Drank Baby Boys talking bout they the barre
fight His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor Now this sleepy little town, it aint sleepy no more Sheriff Walker holds three local boys
And Mama's whistling from the front door That's my cue boys It's time to go home That's the way things were In my Barrio Meet you at Angel Park Same
can I speak to P? [Guy on phone:] P ain'y here [Pastor Troy:] Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South Georgia Boys said since everybody