歌詞:
In Walked Bud

be, can Roscoe scheme Long hair, she don't care when she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow bone, DJ this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm, Bud

forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a swangin' my hair Bitch quit talkin', crip walk

gacked we stay number one While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton And we never fucking stop until the bag is done I walk in the party with my

harmony Bud smokin' lethal warriors Now come into my world and you can see that We are more than thugs With just a little twist of harmony Bud smokin

, see 'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money Stalking gat fools walking jack moves Ready

wid my bucks in the biggest snatch shit All of my dogs all of we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was

? form a line and we gon? step it right Now step it to the left, girl you know you dynamite Now have some good times, I see you got it right Beat my wrist ice colder than a Bud

City Slot machines, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when ghost just g'd off Cigars, paisley robes Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk

you understand? 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez Hey yo, move out, roll in Haters out, **** in Walk in