a little bit, bit, bit, show But a little bit, bit, bit, shame But a little bit, bit, bit Bit, bit, bit I?m, but a little bit, bit, bit, show But a
system! War! Fuck the system!, Fuck the system!! War! Fuck the system! War! I need to fuck the Sys...I need to fuck the Sys...I need to fuck the Sys... I'm, but a
mean the way she maneuver Up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head spin 'round She's a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go She get to takin' it deep, and put a
down you can hear the systems thump When we rollin', rollin', rollin' Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump When we rollin', rollin', rollin' Man you's a
ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even
winnin out a nigga With penetration equivalent to muthaf**kin pistols I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a
In? Are you out? 'Cause the party's about to jump off of the roof (The roof) The roof is on fire, fire, f-f-fire, fire When the sun goes down on the
won't understand 'til they man fall From a exit wound big as a handball Damn y'all, can a n**** spend a mill For a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris
up, oops, I can read a true crook Like I read a new book I'm hooked on hip hop culture Look at the tip top lyrical structure Floatin' like a soap bubble
between a motherfuckin' thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga puck
standing on a feild full of Landmines Doing the moonwalk hoping I blow up in time Cause 2012 might not be a f-cking legend Try and be a f-cking legend
a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog Got a big big system knockin'
your shoes, or get your a** shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in b****, sit down when you piss Sweet a**, you a h**, watch
ma big dog, K-9 Droptop, daytime Bad bitch, shotgun Hair down to her waistline Snoop always told me, lil cuz do ya thang Take a system with the flow, you'll be a
us Catch up, never that, this team never slack You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-
what I?m sayin??? So, Chuck, I got a feeling you?re turning into a Public Enemy, man Now remember that night you was kickin? to me On the way out to L.A
act I was racin? down the block As a matter of fact I could've been a track star (I guess I am) I stacked bars Comin' through your system in them phat
2] Forever see me in a 'Lac Got work but you never see me in a pack A motherfucker say he never seen me with a strap And I heard a motherfucker say he
