all on you, no matter what you going through, Just know that you still around, yeah heaven making sure that you still around Talking about you, no matter what you
all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all gon' be Six feet deep When the heat
a whiff of that No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gottta ask, dawg What he smokin' on? Shit, kush 'til my mind gone What you think I'm on
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack I rollover rodents with rims on 'em Sniffing out a rat, I expose them and then bend on 'em I lotta
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack I rollover rodents with rims on em Sniffing out a rat, I expose them and then bend on em I lotta bitches
Get a whiff of that. You know they aint no seeds in my sack, You aint never gottta ask dawg. What he smokin' on? Sh-t Kush till my mind gone. What you think Im on
, pretendin' I'm on Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could
fucker The pentagon in this mother fucker [verse 1 - fatal] Around these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You
on you for starin' And when it's on and you want somebody to help you Only thing they gon' tell you is (No no no) Even chicks will let you know, no
17, name ain't the same on the block And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all
fuck you in this for? I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy clothes you say you hate the music, then why you at the show? What all that yappin' mean
dad see They think they doin it but I'ma out do 'em If you kno somebody like that pull up and say to 'em [Chorus: J.D. & J-Kwon] [J.D] Ye ain't
the bedroom love Take you for a dip in a heart shaped tub You on cloud nine, high like a dove And I really, really wanna give you all this love You got
the point of havin this opportunity, for you and me to pass it on Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
on, come on Here it comes again Come on, come on Don't I look extra slick in this Nautica? Just think, it was you that she bought it for Now you lookin
and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try
house a drive thru Dying to serve you Ready to place your order or do you need a menu Verse 1 Culinary Art School dying to serve you In the kitchen cookin
