gotta face incarceration Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin' A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong I was 16
keep grindin' nigga You really ain't got to have golf balls you can have pebbles Ya know? Just have your game on [(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh] Lac: If your riding on 16
the club get drunk and get fucked without no rub shes in love with a thug to young to see my nigga that being black is the thang to be she only 16 she
Detroit Michigan make some noise! Get your hands Get your hands Get your hands Alright people We got the 16 track tape machine rollin' out back. If you'll sing with me just a little bit
dressed to kill Hop the charter flight down to Brazil Ran right into will, "What up, Black?" (What's the deal?) A cape with a cain, you what's in a name I got a little bit
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shit bit by bit clip by clip and every block
for Medieval Bush. Friends: Why? Stephen: Cause I said 1570's muff instead of 1470's muff and the medieval period ended at the beginning of the 16th
'm a bigtime I wheeled right in them swinging doors Out through the window with half of that store Everybody stopped and roared here comes Bigtime Lemme grab me a bottle when I bit
you have the 12, sir?" Blue Guy: "No!" Grover: "Then please be quiet. 13! ... 14! ... 15! ... (Blue Guy is muttering under his breath) 16! .."
to change CHORUS: San Antonio girl She makes me crazy San Antonio girl She's the one for me She ain't exactly white But she's a little bit pretty She
said song in this song (god damn) I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You don't want
go go go go go go go go, go gadget flow I'm back, I'm back, I'm cool, I'm cool It's our identity all me, no ghost no 16 bit like Sega Genesis All G
Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How he get the cash the day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin
s who touch the mic with me That's why they never holla when it's show time, gimme I spit poison like a black snake bit me Guns up in the E-Class, D's
and I ain't bullshittin' You don't move me with fat mouth and lippin' And you don't want to see me out of retirement trippin' I got a lot to live for and I'd be damned If I change one bit
Lucy was there as well in the dark When the kids in the band were playing No one can hear a word I tell What the girl was singing She just must have been 16
it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this fever I'm like 150 degrees 16's used to be sweet, now they're a bit