of my clique We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit [hook] [Snoop talkin] Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc My
that and yo' ass is dead wrong A convoy is only three words, "Yo whattup" You ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up Let a nigga find out you
years of my life to do something like that, these fucking things, and it didn't work. What can I say? Guy From Alabama: Far fucking out! Far fucking out
stop, stop) And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out 5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized
Manny Fresh: Everything on me, my skills pay the bills Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels I'm the number one pepper star, look at y
here You want me to put you over my whole career My career was here first and it's here to stay Don't trip girl you're still a [Incomprehensible] My life
on my block I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block I hang on my block, they know my name on my
'll rub your thighs and kiss your neck girl dats wat it do you feeling so wild jammin musiq soulchild keep up a low smile, peepin out my profile lets
my side when I ride in LA We party with the stars & the starfuckers And everybody love us Yeah I do cocaine yeah I love to drink Love to get my dick sucked
til 5 o clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/ kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come pussy go/ spend quality time, faithful to mary jane/ lifted always stay
Where my real niggas at There's a lot of real niggas out there There's a lot of real niggas everywhere That's why you don't fuck with just anybody A lot
believe it Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit If I can't find you, I take it out
benz With high friends Pull up the club wit dark tints Never jump out Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth They must have doubts Like who the stars
told her that she need a life I'm not a cop but trust, I can read ya right What's yo' story, Gator told Maury You stay gettin' dug out, Joe Torry
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly] No, I'm no one's wife But, Oh, I love my life And all that Jazz! That
It must of been a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams) Started my progression, I'd stay stayed with the huds (Down South) Now it's private jets, smokin' haze what the stars