lock on the door, and a bell on the lock. Now she don't answer the door, 'cause she takes that good long look at you, and you look too tough. The air
lock on the door, And a bell on the lock. Now she doesn't answer the door, 'cause she takes that good long look at you, And you look too tough. The
on, miss thing, what you tryin' to do? You know you're too wack to be in our school" Too wack, too smart, too fast, too fine Too loud, too tough, too
, god damn it boy, somebody get a bucket of water to throw on this putz, honey some kibble, cool down, cool down, "you got to cool down boy"." He's a
swag on G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga) G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga) [Soulja Boy:] We not playin' boy, I'm not playin
G You ain't never made love in club, baby To a thug like yeah, Young YB She take her bra off, I felt my grill on Take off them boy shorts and leave your
soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G, Battle juice in my blood, Jumpin' at ya boy
've had enough and you need somebody to know Well, you're looking tough but you need a way to let it go Come on now, what's a boy s'posed to do When I
the surface Gliding where turf is smooth Life's more painless For the brainless Why think too hard? When it's so soothing Dancing through life No need to tough
I could tell you somethin' 'Bout most anything" "But don't ask me 'bout a woman All I know is, boy, they're somethin' They're tender and they're tough
Cuz we're tough kids We are tough kids We are tough kids Here I come I'm a tough kid proven my actions are foolish I spit dumb bars like boy that's
know was inside No need for me to lie It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough He talk like this 'cause
no couth (What is it that you're trying to prove) (Can you tell me) Yeah can you back it up Who're you trying to fool Yeah you're still talking tough
t clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill I move to mill, my backyard is a field I ain't tough
the motto, yeah, I know Bush Made bein' President one tough act to follow Watch the Lewinskis that just wanna swallow Remember Kobe Bryant up in Colorado Lock me in asylum, your boy
Let's get it, rahh [Runt Dawg] Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at your front door Muhfuckas always talkin' tough
got the AK I'm a Kid From the Hall I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing
you say you thuggin it doesn matter It goes into my mind as just chit chatter You may say I have a ego or just maybe three But none of that tough luck