you want some flyer to read then buy from me I got the flame like U-I-C but I be, U-A-C Some of the realest illest chillest cats you may see in your
air ones, n!ggas talkin one on one but there aint no fair ones, You feel me son? I do my DAWG! so TTG lets go to WAR! Number 1 video BET* , MTV so Sucker Free you
D.C. and I can make you a believer See baby, I'm a leader, they always from a Libra And I ain't trying to lead you wrong, sugar, I need ya So would
they just start pimpin' See it ain't been no big pimpin' It has to be small pimpin' first And uh, girl you lookin' good but You tryin' to hold ya little
, you want some flyer to read Then buy from me I got the flame like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c Some of the realest illest chillest cats you may see In your
Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey) Humphey Bogartin' the whole country Chunky women love Doc (Projects) pump me like Pat My pimp game is like rugby Doctor, you
the country, when you fuck with me Hello, Nelly, Gucci, Kelly You gotta like that, we big tippin' Call it the rat pack [Gucci:] Baby, you the one You
They said a country boy, came through and then changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then check your flame If what you spittin' ain't hittin'
me that big ol' brown booty hole, let me record it like a studio You can go and get your crew, girl, like Freddy Huh, you raw like Eddie, call me Murphy if you
coats with matchin' cargos We racin' down Skinker, see how fast a car go Granny be like, "Ay, ya ya" like Ricky Ricardo I know you wanna know why we do what we do You
Hey (I want a Soldier) The way you got it, I'm the hottest around They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around (I got a Soldier) Wit the
on dancin' all night You tryin', admit it You just can fight the feelin' inside You know it And I can see it in your eyes You want me You smooth as ya mother You
you see me in What's my favorite word? B*** Why they gotta say it like $hort? B*** You know they can't play on my court Can't hang with the big dogs
a good life We ain't starvin like Marvin, won't see no roach When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood You're sittin on leather watchin big screens
knowin somthing new, cause they never see me move before i might be a big nigga, but still ?? so come on shawty let go to the fuckin dance flo let me see you
you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand
Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs Playahatin you gets no love Run and get your boys if you thinkin you
can hit dem St. Clair waters You ain't seen country 'til you been through Georgia Gotdern, they still got girls in perms (Damn) Big cars, big wheels is