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Ya Boy Hella

moon Hella paper, hella money Hella pesos Hella hoes That do what the boss say so Baby girl right there Look hella good She hella like ya boy Cause I'm hella

Bad Boy in' the house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama

, wet dreamy Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy But in a way that make ya baby page

hahah yea and to the paper I?m gluin? and my trunk ain?t big but big enough to fit you in have your people like where the hell you, and they find ya ass

comin 'round the bend G'won kinfolk tell ya mom'an'em Chug-a-lugga, chug-a-lugga, chug-a-lugga who? The big blackneck comin' through to you Boy, you done

I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops On the mellow, coolin' with my fellow Hustlers, players, super bitch layers Mackaronies on the true D L hell

] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy

Watch my floors fo' sho', hock up the kitchen Suck me dry, let's get high, then wash the dishes You get three wishes if you're cute and ambitious Like Tisha and Denisha, boy

!} Fuck, nigga, what's up Hell nah, you aint gon' buck All that shittin' out your mouth Gon' get you whipped up Fuck, nigga, What's up Hell nah, you