Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that
in the muhfuckin paint nigga Leave you stankin nigga What the fuck you thinkin nigga I wont die for this shit or what the fuck i say (Brick Squad) Front
in the 'Llac Cut a rug, player not, cut a rug Throw your deuces in the sky for the shutterbugg And this goes out to all my ladies in the front, what
up and ill, everybody move your hip Scream out, "Yes" That's what I'm talkin' about, ah Busta, Leaders come and turn it out Don't try to front on the
back came with a crew no lames in my Circle and we aiming at you!! God bless cause this stress got me sippin that brew All this success got me in a city
the nozzles R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers
six pack right there on his grave And I said God is great, beer is good and people are crazy God is great, beer is good and people are crazy God is
You just see what you want to see There's no way I can help you out You don't know what it's all about Fell asleep again in front of MTV God I'm down
what I see Dancin' hot and sweaty Right in front of me Call it what you like I'm gonna how it be This is just another One of God's gifts Musicology
'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex Like Dex, nigga, God rest
chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P [Hook] [Andre 3000] Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
each morning Put my feet on a hardwood floor I get to hear my children laughing Down the hall through the bedroom door Sometimes I sit on my front porch
Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight, man Everybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, everybody, man Yeah, yeah, no doubt, I
yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One **** front, my face on the front page Only if I had one ***, one girl and one crib One God to
what I wanna do Take you out the club get you in my coup Drive you to my house, throw you in my pool Shaking that thing is what you do Show me how you do it from the front
the best intentions Can't predict anyone's reactions So I just do my best I put one foot in front of the other Keep on movin' forward Let God do the
I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survive, coppin' the five Circle the block where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy
was invincible Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me All in front