graffiti in the pissy project hallways To niggas hustling on the block Settin' up shop crack cocaine bottle of red tops Youngins with the boom box lettin
call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin' What you sayin? [Chorus] [Sigel] I'm puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the box B-Sige, I
and make bitches do We take bitches too An if you comin' through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box
' contestses between E-40 and Del That's what we did up under the bridge fools posted up Choppin' game conversatin' gettin' toast up Leanin' against my seamless convertible tops
in the front In the nosebleed section This is for the heads that's loving the mix, My people in the front all covered in spit, Batter's in the box, (
) In the Nosebleed Section (section) This is for the heads that's loving the mix, My people in the front, all covered in spit, Batters in the box
a boy you just can bet. It is written in the stars He will get his captain's bars, But he hasn't got enough box tops yet. Our captain has a handicap
Yeah, Skee-Lo in the house Givin' shouts out to all the homies out there You know how we do it six fo's ragged tops, Catalacs This is how it sounds Hey
Today Joseph is sitting alone, with occasional nods to the waitress She tops off his cup while she's snapping her gum, making her rounds on the lunch
shit but money and a glock Don't punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with tops And ya ain't heard shit yet
ties On a rise so they sitting me high and the rims born in '79 Weezy carry the nine glocks slipping they gon' have to get six niggaz Name called Carry a Pine Box
never been flat I punk ass bitch i aint never been that Reminisce how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap IN his newport box with only one stick left
a hundred on that red Ferrari Me and Weezy blood brothers we got red Ferraris Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardi Red tops on top models at the
He's got a hot rod El Camino He's playin' Hendrix on the stereo Wearin' blue jeans and high tops He's got a .45 in the glove box And there's a preacher
So you know I catch you watchin While they comin with drama, I'm blockin and steady knockin The post is won out the box, it don't stop, hittin our areas
program Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Segante' in the glove box
, it's Chuck, get 'em from me, that's along shot The original 3's in a box with a card stock Air Aorce One, Rasheed Wallace the high tops, with the ankle
perfectionists, perverts and poets Haven't you ever heard of thea?¦ 1200 hoboes? We aren't vampires dressed like rock stars We build campfires and ride box