hell is slow of course We be them up-close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses But I ain't I'm the young dude I
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, oh (Uh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh The parties where you're at then
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money
Breed we roll thick Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U Oww, money is the key to fame So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train The impact
I know its those that don't believe What I'm sayin' on the mic right So baby, D won't you tell them what it's like It's kinda hard comin' up as a youngster
a tour of Kentucky nigga and D.C.) Pop this shit, be outta state, niggas is hella fake Moms ain't mess with the motherfuckin' phone My girl, she's fuckin
du?man av?na c?kal?m (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) Akal?m, haydi bu battle'? kazanal?m (Let's go, let's win this battle) (We started
yeah N-dubz N-dubz N-dubz Its like first things first, You'd probably think I'm a chap with good manners, Well, your wrong, I'm the scum of the earth. I'm
for them ladies in the mini's But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens or even twenties I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies up at skinnies Man, I do this for them
A, take the time to find a condom B, you walk right over and you pound 'em C, tell her that you want her love Well, the answer is D, D, all of the above
when niggas ask you to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them Reporting live from
is (game is) And while I'm at it, lemme tell you what my name is (What?) Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls When I pull out my piece, it make the girls
a six year run, havin' a hell of a time 'Cause I'm always lookin' for some girls gone wild I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile And I'm gonna
Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, and I'm filthy, c'mon (chorus) [black rob (
me I'm a connoisseur when I inspect 'em I baguettes them, invisibly sets them They call me big L-ly Wonka from Compton to Yonkers Them Chi-Town steppers and them