s what gave the hard the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter fact you blow more steam than hot gladiators Some niggas is ghost
I wasn't rollin heavy like those diamonds you bought I be tight like slim cooch' get loose like cold bitches Slip I's while constructing hot shit for
packed in Front to back from the stage to the hallway Kay'll blaze on the fade like always Rippin the slice and dice, cuts are twice as nice While I add
the right price I got a buckin name My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game I'm nice with mics there's
Party people coming through Throw your hands up, put 'em up Bounce, hold steady, are you ready? [repeat 1] We make you burn with the hot track Spin and scratch the hot