or the sizes In his entourage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you just believe it Since B
my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go I said I woke up this morning, headache this big Pay all these
West Coast, it's time to stand up We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time I'm callin' every real Crip And every real B dog to the table right now
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
niggas like Ray, sit down, bro Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court This is my sport, B dot o, B
Maybe season MVP or maybe even just prom King or Queen But everybody can't be a G O to the D and everybody can't be O to the B But I don't know maybe
'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who the Prom King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody
Fuck game, I assemble dope... Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test You can feel it in your chest Your B
of shots and then she turn alcoholic Metaphorically or Rhetoric and I'm shittin' on your forehead 2 girls 1 cup?.Yup We did it again Last King YMCMB I dont pay for bitches, bitches pay
more, for that dirty-ass ho Yeah, stop by that convenience store And pick up them rubbers magnum I hope This is Faizon Love and I love hoes I just don't pay
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
on it Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew This was just like a dream When you supreme, the king
(All star, baby) Young, quick, see (F U B U) Lately, all I see is DPG (QB, LBC niggas) When I turn the radio on, keep hearing me (All day, everyday)
i slide, suckas start runnin, boys start hidin. Its the young don, im riding in the car. Freestyle king still a fuckin superstar. Im still a what king
singer, real story teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin to see
some cabbage patch Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an
's couldn't cream me The lyrics make your head knock Malik B and Black Thought, the dreadlock Man, transgressin', you'll catch lead I, crushin' Poundin' on the drums like King
weather change my weed adjust to different climates Green in the summer time, orange in the spring Now it?s black with that purp, I call my whip the Sac King