swing Boyz II Men going off Not too hard, not too soft Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men Boyz II Men, Boyz, Boyz, Boyz, Boyz II Men A B C, B B D
again Doin' a little East Coast fling Boyz II Men going off Not too hard, not too soft Hey Motownphilly back again Doin' a little East Coast fling Boyz
money, sonny, I ain't even braggin I'm in the toll taggin, collectin plenty paper And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz
a lot of bloods who ain't afraid to kill a soul like the locked up thug but back to the point me i got them chopper colors like the kitchen of a fanta
its a lot of bloods Who ain't afraid to kill a soul Like the locked up thug But back to the point Me I got them chopper colors Like the kitchen of a
top [A-come on!] Jay got the ride with the bowling-ball bang, 2500 dollars a rock! [Aw, lookin' good now!] On the set it be Benz's, Beamers, A whole
nature Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths 2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass 2 Live Crew
no lip, HK on my hip, get a hitter for flip Need a Band-Aid for your drip? In case you wondering, know how I'm balling where I stay It's them Boyz 'N'
can't reach, if you listen I'll teach Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I'll envision a check That my show pay, I'm a
shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in I'm a plan maker I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand shaker In a strip club
[Chorus 2x] I heard dem boyz got plenty dough I heard dem boyz smoke nothin but drough I heard dem boyz takin ova ya know And that's the way dem boyz
deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks.... (all that man, I need a fo, a duece) It started in that temp,
so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks.... (all that man, I need a fo, a duece) It started in that temp, flippin
a Big Tymer You lil' boyz swear to God it's a game You lil' boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil' boyz always be makin' a scene You lil' boyz
believing, in saving dust That never save a slut, or really gave a fuck Nigga pop a bottle, nigga pull a model Go on grab a fine dime, and mash on your
'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine, gettin' mine It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty of
kid got paper Like 40 don't sava BANKHEAD been pullin capas The way you drop woulda thought I had a taser Call me street like the raver? Shawty Lo, A.
, I'm talkin? throwback A hundred grand, what's that? I hit the club and I blow that All these ****, know Lo that I'm picture perfect, made for Kodak Let's talk money, I got plenty Dope Boyz
