Two seconds flat she's looking at me, Two more seconds pass and she walks towards me. I drop dollars 'cause my game don't stop And all she says was "
state line just me and my girlfriend From powder to pine I got money on my mind Unload all the cargo and meet me at the docks Stop wasting all my time
in the sink And buy a 40 at the store from the goddamn chink Dope games keep ya sick just like a disease Movin' Ki's makin' G's, hoes drop to they knees Little
Time Sucka with no job / Job-core / Correlate / Late pass / Pass me by / Bypass / Pass the time / Time passes slow / "Slow Downa?¦you little hooker" /
me locked Doing night rides just make a pit stop at Bluffers Park We can do it all then we did it all had a ball Going out for dinner with
m crazy I'm sick I talk slick Name brand bitches all on my dick I don't trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names All that projects
time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don?t ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
the streets my CMF Anthem (Worddd) We fresssh, we got all 4 season, Winter, Spring, Autumn & Summer, Watchin' all them pimps drivin' around in their Hummers, we also play, all
happenin' This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' a hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game
a little time to think the rhyme out How to find out, bump and grind out, pump the lines out I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
uh, nigga got love for y'all But I got more love for my motherfuckin' doggz, it's just Me and my doggz (Sick 'em) Me and my doggz (Sick 'em, beware,
smash on and ain't no need To reach for heat 'cos you can't get your blast on Doggz, we keep 'em, busters, we sweep 'em And when it's time all my Doggz
V-12 So when you comin' to kick with it With the sick wid it You bring the whole team When you hit magazine Like the other day a car low from E P A
gettin' rough but I gotta hold on All these little suckers want me alone Yeah, yeah, yeah Ya see life's gettin' rough but I gotta hold on All these little
back, "Man I thought you knew" Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin' through Fly rhymes, high times Suburban Noize gotta be on the front line Bass high, treble low
he had a little too much Hennessey He told me that he wanna go home With me up on the hill to my condo Told me he would keep it all on the low-low But
for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line Ll cool j nigga, greatest of all time
they need to be a little more specific Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression Duckin' your questions, fuck your suggestions Money gets all