the D rolled up Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff See, Santa steady ridin on them scrubs for Xmas Sleigh stay flyin on
ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh.. Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State Catch me sittin on
a movie, but the movies my life/ I'm the life of the party (everytime I show up)/ I'm the life of the party (eveyrtime I blow up)/ I'm the life of the
THE TIME STARS WILL BE BRIGHT OUR BODIES WILL GROOVE ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT COME TAKE MY HAND THEN WE WILL FLY HIGH COME ON BABY HEAR ME SAY (Repeat
use cliches They got you sittin' on the edge of your seat (Creatin' beef) Mark of the beast (Code on the street) Cease and decease Never the least Let me repeat
m gonna show you darlin' a little cowboy love CHORUS Let me broaden your horizons Teach you bout the finer things in life Like some late night horseback ridin' Sippin' on some southern
sto-sto-sto-sto stoner bitch (repeat x2) Some men they wanna girl Whoi??s gotta nice face Big ass titties and a slim ass waist Some men they wanna girl
be the richest bitch That roam the city streets Keep a bird flyin' to the south For a winter's peak South folk put me up on game 'cause the game ain'
got five years of my life But the earth's sub-zero wind will never touch me again A Southern girl can't live on snow and ice Repeat Chorus When
can have my life Y'all shouting Dyme, that's my name Chicks spit fire, I'm putting out the flame For life, wifee, mommy to baby girl I wouldn't give
out Now we're rolling on the South side With my true playas this is from the East side Got my shorties in the back Got my niggaz in the front And my fifteen inch rims on
girl (ohhh, c'mon) Let me touch it, girl (let me touch it) Let me feel it, girl (let me feel it) Let me grab it, girl (let me grab it) Fat rabbit, girl
girl middle finger in the air like "throw a dog a bone" coz Macca aint an actor I'm a poet on a phone I'm a christmas fuckin carol, I'm a lonely night on
niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us [Chorus: Trae - repeat
linked in North, East, West and South and all I had to was sing a song about my house. How easy... [Verse 2: Joe Grind] Time I look good cause I went [?] so now girls
price you can have my life Y'all shouting Dyme, that's my name Chicks spit fire, I'm putting out the flame For life, wifee, mommy to baby girl I wouldn
ass red God damn it, is sex for real girl? Girl, we in special ed Uh-huh... fuck that, take me back, pretty please, with you on top [Chorus] [Outro:
stay up and fuck a lot But nah, I ain't a playa Girl I'll house you You in my hut Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut Armand on the cut Com Sense