now I know I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him The city where the weak survive and the
] We hit the road and get the snow money Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money Then get back up on
playa hated! line 3, Puff: Why? line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated! line 5, Puff: Why they hate us? line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies? line 7, Puff
the misery And the decision be, spill coffee Who's on the beats I can't be locked up They had evidence, make the scenery all dense But it's okay my
quick to do it umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner Much love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it
Leave em the same place they find him there. And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line, Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.
m on top 'cause I deserved to be So simmer down, calm your nerves at least Speak your words with peace Before you lay out on the curb deceased Think about it, it
a lying Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me now Not
when he'd come to town They'd all line up to see him lay some Rubber down Joey had a ute built in '74 With a 350 Chevy and 4 on the floor Chrome wire
what defines the line is someone even greater And what makes somebody jump that line trying to take it Wrapped behind enemy lines trying to make it Mind
don't even get why you be eating out her draws You done bought the bitch a phone Now you screening in all the calls It's about 4 a.m., she ain't nowhere
know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight
out on a mission You can make it hot, what I do make it sizzle Keep you looking jig', your nails to precision Got your girls jealous, to be you them chicks wishing Hit it on
4 hours On a Benz with like 400 and horsepower And a chain that had Christ on it, a Rollie with a lot of ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when
away from a flatline When you a bad boy, niggas don't wanna see you shine Dre said it's my turn, he call it game time 23" lexanis bitches call him the
on a boogie in a thong Cut in on my line, my barrel was gone Her Pepper dine stud screamed, "Val that's what you get" I shot him with a gun behind Neptune