back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin' wit put bombs in yo' moms gas tank Let's get
t know why? I just met this dude Can I be the one? It's the R-O-M-E-O you know And I roll with plenty doe fo sho Sloe po in the Bentley yo lets go No the tank
name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, explain it Take it and paint it in beautiful technicolor Directly from another place you could expect no other
Let it drop! [Verse 8: Grimm] A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane
like Dundy I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank Back to the school, fat bitch
already out, fuck all that edge you smoked, you a clucker and i'm your fucking clicking brother, i know you fucked that hooker, you couldn't tell no other
he reacts Why did they pop me, was it all over bank? Because my lungs burnin like Haley's Comet inside a holding tank Who am I? What is life? Did I respect
gotta have it Shawty can throw anything at me I?m gonna bag it When she sees the carrots They real just like a rabbit Can?t no other boy Do the things
the ending chase g's these pretty women are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings women in my water tank and drinkin henn and
ma cancel all the studios, I?ma find you in New York You fucked it up for everybody When I see you I?ma punch you in your fuckin' face You and that other
locc to the brain On that insane tip E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My
to the brain On that insane tip e-b-k everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My nine on
keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy Mo' bodies done been in that trunk than in the cemetary and the mortuary Had a bullethole by the gas tank
me dead 100 G's for the slugs dat enter my head but I ain't scared though we leavin niggas stank no limit niggas commin bustin in the fuckin tank dem
Lou, holla at Nelly Had two country girls shaking that thang in a Telly [Chorus 2X: Master P] [Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on
fuck so, welcome to Jamrock No, welcome to my damn block Where the slugs and cans pop For the ones and tan rocks, kids play in the sandbox Other kids
, hell naw, dawg she wouldn't dare Dare she did, went to the club, there she is That's my word, I started thinkin' all absurd I started listenin' to Tank
tha seats wit tha burners sittin' under Got my tank top top down, it probably ain't summa But I ride like that 'cause I'm hotter then the others Damn