bust somethin So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god
bow down Bow down muthafucka, surrender your rod (Nona, U wanna sell that tape?) Nothin' can save U unless His name is God (Ha ha, U know she do) U
U (I can't love U) Because I hate U (I hate U) Because I love U I love U, baby I love U [x3] I love U cuz U're all that's ever on my mind I hate U because
U Can Pop It Hard Enuff So Put Yo Hangs On The Pole U Get Hand Cuffs So Get Back Gurl An Dance How Dem Freaks Do Jus Because U Dance Dat Dont Mean U Won
Lick Yo Lips Shake Yo Hips God Damn I Love That Sh*T Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full
get scared, just ask the man in the mirror Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God
U In The Backseat Of My Car Your An Inspiring Actress Girl U Can Go Far If U Knu Who I Knu Baby, U Would Be A Star But Wen I Told U Had Sexy Lips, I
Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that {*scratching*} To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God
**As Jokin Him Up, Treatin Him Like A Pin Cushion, Pokin Him Up He Came Home Actin Like He Hard As Fu** Must Want A First Class Ni**A To See God Uhuh
the roly don't lie For nikkas out there I'm a up my fire Shit don't change till a nikka more tired If nikkas feel different, u a god dam lie I'm so high
over and get to know me [Verse 3: Joe] Ur so damn hot girl ur makin me sweat U gotta round thing that I cant forget From yo hips all the way to yo chest
to bust somethin So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god
together u know what I'm sayin I ain't gon worry bout them really though I'm just lookin at u Yea u know U got them big ass hips god damn! [Verse 1]
down Bow down muthafucka, surrender your rod (Nona, U wanna sell that tape?) Nothin' can save U unless His name is God (Ha ha, U know she do) U
: (feat. Golden Arms) [Verse 1: U-God] Yeah Tired of all this shit god Channel you wanna come out? Niggas betta respect this shit I see, I see the same
bangers, state of the art [U-God] Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips Raps on the juggle, double up quick Bullets
guajira i love you too much hey yo we party and dance and i see how i meet her they call her (something), and cute but they greet us man god them