rap shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin Like who the f**k
please Ain't no bitch who can do it like me You can L I C K my pussy Ain't no bitch who can do it like me I'm the H O T S H I T Ain't no bitch who can
than cartoons in bar rooms In my city they don't pop they collar Cats that do, get shot drop and holla I'm from the B R I C K S And my squad is hot,
can kiss my ass That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort It all started back when C and H Went to T, B, tryin' to
motherfucking boss Come on down and get your ass pinched And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched 'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C, the H The K
Jumped out the car on 9-0 I was wearing all white Capezio Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes Couldn't be saved by John the Pope The M, A, C and K, from
Jumped off The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white Capisque Had my 501's, five dunkie rolls Couldn't be saved by John The Pope The M-A-C and K from Oakland
, mother fuck, you what's up It's that little nigga yuck and I don't give a fuck Rollin' through your neighborhood Motherfucker, yo it's me, the capital N U C K
oh, oh, ok, ok, ok (Ah!) oh, oh see im tryin to get crunk(C-R-U-N-K) (Chorus) Tell them how we goin to come(Crunk) Tell them why they dont want none(
dont give a shit What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat [Kaine] Mutha-mutha
Oh, oh Okay, okay, okay, okay Oh Hey, I'm trying to get crunk C R U N K Tell 'em how we gonna call, crunk Tell 'em why they don't want none, crunk Tell
why I fly geez eye If any brother could tell you, he do you better, he lie No, I ain't Nelly but could make you holler e eye When we F U C K I N G in
(Intro): A B C D E F G H I Hey, do you know what letter comes after I "What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski" "It's jimmy, it's jimmy"
hier leben,ist ungerecht, tückisch und kalt, wir könnten uns dem Schicksal ergeben, die meisten Träume werden hier nicht alt. Wir kö
-H-O me, me See I hear you over there talking loud and shit But can you B-A-C-K I-T U-P boy, U-P boy? Can you B-A-C-K I-T U-P boy, U-P boy? Talk to me
spaldin I came out the womb two steppin Yall came out the womb crawlin And yall still aint walkin S.m.h. i got the S.K. take a bullet to the head And
you're zoning I made moves, cut cut! Cut, making move, making move, ahhh! Clear the rhythm A B C D E F G, H I J K L M N O P Q R S, T U V, W X Y Z
know, I'm on the down low Some get mad 'cause they can't understand That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command I'm down with D I T C, that's 'Diggin' In The