move it looks like a strike of lightning My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue So don't trip
Yeah, this for all them girls That be actin' like they so fine Whassup, $hort? Man, grab Lil Jon and Kurupt Kurupt, let's f*** these h*** up, Daz Yeah
that shit I'll fuck that fat ass from the back bitch Tappin' that ass like Gregory Hines You can have this dick but them legs is mine Bitch, the pimp game
so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't
just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes And to think you could hang with me I never would spit this game for free I'm the T double O, S H O R
you hold it down let me hear you rap Fresh to the beat don't even stop Everybody on the mic or the floor say Too $hort Suckers don't know that rapping game
'em Michigan plates and my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's here come on get him, if you dames want 'em But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games
Propellers We landed on the water, the game that I taught her Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her Its a game to us, we just
[Intro] S-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guess Can you figure it out, huh you see that park sign Huh, you know what time it is on, yeah.... [Verse 1:
.h. i got the S.K. take a bullet to the head And hit off his whole face Nah he a hot mess And thats cold game And Im too hot to ever be a cold flame!!
'all Y'all best get a clue Fool get a clue, get a clue, get a clue Now everybody wanna tell everybody who to be with Really doesn't matter to me long as I miss that H
the seas Then your wish is my command, you can do what ya please The lap of luxury is what you'll be layin' in Just respect the playa and the game that
a crook Bigchizz with my trust that a bitch nigga took I ain't playing no games on a hundred fuck change I ain't playing no games on a hundred fuck change
then your wish is my command u can do what ya please (hey) the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa and the game that hes
somebody they need Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, so tonight we gon' do it like this [*singing*] Ohhhh, for the H-Town Tonight I'm gon' make some money goooo For the H
game Where them trunks on bang (bang), the candy paint drip (drip) The trunk knock and bang and the grain gettin gripped You come down here on the trip
Tical, yo, you stepped on my corns and shit Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this? I seen you at the Grammy's with a triple Bar Mitz