in Europe, I use my flat stack The black car get used four times a day My rims skinny but my pocket's overweight Go get yo tubes tied 'cause you a b***,
with these niggas man? These niggas ain't sayin shit man These niggas on mute man I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some real Aiyyo the guc is here
up, making your zone shake Diggin up a dead b-boy and watch him as bones break Like skaters slippin of poles on Real TV So see me for real CDs and DVDs
This another one of those ak shits youknowhati'msayin? This right here's about a girl Who wanna live in your house for free, without a j.o.b. Check
these niggas man? These niggas ain't sayin shit man These niggas on mute man I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some real Aiyyo the guc is here dog
Lookin' that tough in the camera My suppliers married to a real Rasta All I got to do is hit her with the Kyllvassa No candles or chilled lobster Its a flat
and make niggas sick...betta tell that stupid bitch to chill hoe it aint on that shit...See the fitted cap...i keep it real roe...stay on my lid...now
side the whole south fuckin witchall if u A real nigga soulte the big dawg [Chorus:] Get out the way next run(for The big dawg) b.m.b & b.m.g He's a
sucking dicks until some millions appear voila! you do it right he might just buy you a car unless you play these suckers just like b.o.b play the guitar
pistol grip pump on the seat Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't smoke me [Verse 2: Bun B] It's Bun B in
pick a career guess they plan on sucking dicks until some millions appear Voila! you do it right he might just buy you a car unless you play these suckers just like B.o.B
This another one of those Ak shits youknowhatI'msayin? This right here's about a girl who wanna live in your house for free, without a J.O.B. Check
grip pump on the seat Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't smoke me [Verse 2: Bun B] It's Bun B in his black
Carson even Pomona you can even ran to Timbuktu but I'ma creep to the falls bitch and I'ma smoke you now I'ma take you trough you history book uh ah let
Y'all mad we the real number owners Rollin like big, Thugline nothin but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the b
