Da Spot Light On You Baby Hook Show Me What You Bout Lil Daddy I Know U Need To Stop, Stop Hatin I Know What You Not Woady And That Is Weezy Baby Blunts
Hey Shawt Hello What's up baby Alright I got you I got you Lil Shawty I love to stunt I ride big trucks We smoke big blunts And spend big bucks Lil
Look girl you sexy as you wanna be But you just a wanna be I can't help ya I don't love ya I just met ya I might shove ya Will I plug ya to some niggas
long. I'm just a regular everyday normal muthafucka I told you in the first song, I'll tell you in another. I'm just a regular everyday normal motherfucker I
you did, I hooked you up wit my girl and shit you fucked her 8 times you see her you don't say SHIT to her you know what I'm sayin? And all that bitch
to the musk of the budget And I'm a must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think I'm a joke by now
we was 12 I've been wanting you to hold You never was around when I wanted you to roll Now I see you once, if I'm lucky couple months I be with this
the fact While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched The knife grind you and you scratched Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird
Deck] (Everything's black, black is death I knew there was something wrong when I saw that light Am I... Am I going blind? Tell me, am I going blind?)
exclusive, so extravagant We money makin' (show stoppin' emcees) Neva fakin', keep on [Verse 2:] [Phonte:] If you think you can out rhyme me, boy I bet I
out the bottle, I don't need no glasses I'm from the EastSide, not no glasses! (EASTSIIIIIDE!) I cup to beef, I ain't talkin' 'bout the top E, The WestCoast
: Lil B] I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm very proper And you don't want a war: you bring your troops I bring the chopper. Cause you niggas gay Yeah, you gay. You
around I start movin like a centipede I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music Plus I'm a robber and I dare you
the ash tray, will I see my whole life fly past me, I'm askin did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy, (did I) anything else you wanna know, just ask
me, as I'm about to blast heat 40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me "Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you" I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood where I live at, them rats know, mama I want to sing but Mama I want to trick, and mama I'm suckin
em and I?ll swing em I vocalize, I just rap, I don?t sing em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em Hall of fame for the game for the points I dave