Now pussy still wet, got my dick in her hand Lickin' all around it, rollin' through the flat lands Take her to my strip, never pussy-whipped Seein'
move the crew I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes,
know what I'm sayin The Luniz is here to like represent 9-4 and 9-5 Givin it up to you muthafuckas like real live So take it to advantage and give it
get crack so sick wid it that's why I shitted on raps fo luck I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck could never be stuck I'm facin a life of
It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again It's jealous niggaz on the lurk still, we had a treaty So
one day I'm gonna get signed Just write the check I'm out here spending money so I gotta make it Rest to make it, things are different so Don't you take
rubber of weed Neva had it for, for a long, trust they need that Push your hand up in the air, recognize that I've never had love for the feds But I've always had
thought it would las We were so in love And I never imagined we would make it You, you were my fantasy boy And this, it was my dream come true But it
so old, she looks like she outlived her life sentence I never meant this rhyme to be so offensive If you weren't so defensive, it wouldn't be, you're so sensitive I guess it
) Every beginning has its end and every rappers baby mamma has a benz . so i say it's ok to have friends thank the haters cause without em u aint shit take
supposed to feel what the president spoke-never- We he aint never had to struggle aint never been broke-never- Aint even rode through the ghetto aint never been close-never
So I took a 'possible' and turned it into optical (look) Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room But you should take a look at where it got us
Hundred on the neck, I ain't never had shit The streets gave me family, Barry White cut the check Ain't no secret in the streets Niggas know I got it
[Intro:] Check the scene, pappas Slaughterhouse, still standin There was a murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to
he fixin to flow and he aint no fuckin punksta so Im fixin to pass it hoppin like a rabbit, man Im comin through got paper gotta have it, under my damn
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin
beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play, just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and