my streetsweeper's much worse My shotguns are cocked Make sure you're stayin' in line Me twenty two is no fun So let me play with me nine I'm steppin
Fuck 'em, let the law end 'Cuz we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in Nine millimeters, three-eighty's You're feelin' me, kill 'em '
Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Make me push this panic button nigga We moving like the Panthers in the sixties
yo' fate But you had a couple of babies I mean her butt's like gravy The lady is a tramp snake hoe yo and all of that Fuck her sixty-nine you get
This here song is from back in the day Nineteen hundred and sixty two My women put my black ass out in the cold I said, "Baby why you leavin'?" She said
boy You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time I skied off zero to sixty in three point nine
your box I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular) Rock six seven eight nine
rate bones and butts [Unverified] bitches splittin' all over the floor Hornafy, can't deny, certified pro On the poll upside down, this shit for real Sixty-nine
it depends On the way you shaking your anus Had to valet park it to red carpet I?ll make you famous You looking fancy huh Lil mama have reindeer bambi huh ?? I?m sixty nine
yet make me take her shoppin' But I might 'cuz I gotta lotta cash, ma Platinum navigator glock when the stash, ha Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin' Do I know about sixty nine
know what we like Just a little bit of ice, have it straight for life Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight' 'Sixty-Nine No Change', 'In
Sixty-nine chillin' in the V.I.P. Instead of eatin' our wangs away Watchin' all the girls with the sister curls steady Makin' their bootys sway Sixty-nine
caller ten" "I won, I won, I won" "Y'all shut the hell up" "Hey, what's your name?" "Tajuana from Brentwood, what I won?" "Well, you just won that sixty-nine
dance, she look like she fuckin' herself Shawty do a number just touching herself Freaky ways she can shake ass for days gettin kinky in sixty-nine different
chromed out six y'all Thought they was creepin, took trips to V-A every third weekend While you was sleepin, he hit you on the box Sixty-nine code non
side to side Like Uh [Chorus] My girl talk to my girl, a freak with sixteen batteries And a gang of bitches in her family Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty-three, sixty
maker Two thousand and two thousand four hundred and eighty seven million Nine hundred and seventy three thousand four hundred and sixty three And seventy
Rock City, Royce, 5'9, Slim, Shady Come on Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you Pine box'll stuff