yeah money did it all for you it's easy did it all for you baby ow these are the days of load up reach baby ow my knee it's hard this did it all
on the line) Bone Thug soldier (Mo', Mo' Thugs) Finger on the trigger from my 9-millimeter make your 'Body Rott' And when you drop make the party stop Leave 'em in the bushes
Bud Light Now I?ma take my time, where the gangstas at? And you can still post the wall, ***** holla back Grey Goose and yak, ***** filled wit kush I?m getting jiggy wit it smokin? on that George Bush
?all, don?t trust the flag y?all I dig the birds y?all, I'm layin' out now, yeah The season?s been good like a sweet I hang out with a gang out flat bush
is no time for more scrutiny National unity preserve our community Teflon election opportunities were in profundant abundance On January second the Bush
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz There's no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happenin' to me The country bud
blunts Ya Dutchmasters and ya Backwoods And I'll turn ya seatbelt signs off [Verse 1 - Trick Daddy] I only smoke the best bud Jamaica and Bahamas got
In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs A gun and some bud through the metal detector The metal
(Yup) For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (Ay) Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush
Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas The Ballers dem a Ball Angola like Atlanta A pure plane take off Bush Gardens inna Mali Chicago
With the most pretty light, the nuffest pretty car Ever New Year the African Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas, the ballers dem a ball Angola like Atlanta, a pure plane take off Bush
saud it's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thugs Rockstar life, lotta sex, and a lotta drugs It's O.G. kush, purple dro, and pine bud Have a real
bah!) Kuniva's a street talker Heatsparker to beefstarter Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin') Throw a firebomb down your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes
me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on Lay
bitch a hug Triple X style comin cleaner than your tub you better tell your girl about it because she's a scrub A big problem that i had to nip in the bud
' guns when I'm sleepwalkin', bitch, keep talkin Throw a firebomb down your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
