's eyes Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy eyed shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don'
get a taste of this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time
Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing she does Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing Every little thing
not have said a thing For the cheddar, I'm not a forgetter or regret a thing I could get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her things I could dead
slugs from all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you, dog, how your life can get And every thing all real fuck
some nine millimeter muscle In case things go too far You know I try to take it easy, man And just go with the flow But sometimes things can get a little
pretty things, don't sweat the pretty things So collectible, why not collect them all Obviously cunningly, womanly All those pretty things, God bless the pretty things All those pretty things
cats love to talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck with 'em I'ma shit every
gotta flaunt it It's somethin' that we all go through and it's funny What a n*** do when ya throw him some money The first thing I bought was a Cadillac
in between yo' legs and grip it Stick my finger in you, see if you with it So I can hit it, know what I mean? Freak nasty, all on my thing I never seen
the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) Quick to say, "I'
want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't about this. *(Yukmouth talking)* The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but
Step in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight things to grip on A
window I'm about to (Dump dump dump) Shoot 'em up now bang, bang Don't fuck around with the wrong man In every fucking city it's the same thing Don'
Oh, baby, tell the motherfuckers When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me One thing I found, one thing I found Oh, no you'll never let me down
where she goin', is she club hoppin'? I never had this kind of problem in my life This is my first time dealin' with this kind of fight It?s every night and every flight and every
' dirt pies, na, being buggied eye shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it
plotting on the heat to make me fucking quit Think I got no corazon little leva what'chu think You some shit eat a dick When I'm flipping and gripping