Shit a nigga just tryin to get a wet forty dollars to get a cup of soup and some woop woop Much love O.G. Big Snoop I sent a nigga a package, on Monday
sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had a iPod, I'd be on his playlist My
my head like a koofie My nigga kid Cudi, that's my little buddy Calls some hoes up and get some cudi cudi What's your life like, mines is kinda tight A
some lipo as for rappers she is not my type she's like a typo flow is universal take a blood test im type O naz do me a favor turn da volume up its quite
sign was a Libra, deffinately a keepa I just wanna put her in a sleepa, then fall out underneath her Wake up take a shower an get deepea Juice up get
another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up I spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told
verse 1 I do hits for my go-getters, to my O flippers All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures I smile for the camera, my niggas
o Felix o Harry o Jumps o Ollie o Ryan o Will o Empire Horns o Highlights o
Pelle Fonzarelli, I burn niggas Roll with the do anything to earn niggas You learn niggas, F.O.S. don't pull triggers We pull out a stack and pay a nigga
ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all
Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma
2) Don't make me put a hit out tikitack these rappin' always spit out put your self in a sticky sitiuation and GET OUT! ride or die if they my niggas
Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my
money, that street, that street money You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5 Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that That street
Never had a dinner Made by Chef Boyardee Bein' in the spotlight Is a hard life to choose Diane drops half a pound It's on the six o'clock news, oh yeah
to find a way to say, oh, my But check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my ghetto A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out my
shouts out to my Breman niggas My Adam Family niggas My 10-5 gangster street, heroin sellin' niggas I wanna send shouts out to my niggas All the way