style You-get-shot-style Timid, scared to get in it These dogs is rock rowd Unchained, untained, you know my name Act strange, pack flame It's not a game
his balls Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola Took the drunkest O-A and let the X take shit over No need to get juiced 'cause it's the
in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo', bitch is my bitch when it
Yo man glorious This is protected By the Red And Tical Slap it down Way out of bounds Throw in your towels Fo' we gun down Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls
it up) Naptown (throw it up) Tennessee (throw it up) St. Louis (throw it up) J-ville (throw it up) Mississippi (throw it up) Alabama (throw it up) VA
*featuring Pastor Troy [Chorus] [4x]Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up [4x] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Lil Jon (Eastside
'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh, when you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin'
from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people, though my
that, you know who did that That nigga everybody know he in the fat pack Moet if it was fly nigga, I said it You might regret it if you wet it and you
burning hot much longer, the floor beneath us gon' melt Follow to me to the bar, baby Otherwise we can take it to my Mercedes Put the roof down like it
got time to waste Get it, Try and get hype in my face, Regreit it, Got a big pitbul and i dont 'member the last time i fed it, (RIFF) DEVLIN: Let me
get low, take it all in then i hit that road, smell it in the air man, it's all in the nose, raging bull I see red light rose, you know why, [Pre-
he's got on, ladies and gentlemen You can see all the way to Argentina Get it So pretty Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France Let 'em go to Russia
[B-Real] On the high seas, it's the pirate With the musket At'cha head, and I'll fire it "It's the return of the Red Beard!" And Polly don't want a cracka
one that nigga Dub has arisen Chorus: Every world wide gunnin Put yo' Zigs in air When it comes to janky shit we runnin' Hold that shit Light that shit Smoke it, When it
it, I fast forward past yours... You wanted something to look up to so ask for it Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to lose I BB a king so let