it down Unless you whip it No one gets away Until they whip it I say whip it Whip it good I say whip it Whip it good Crack that whip Give the past
prepaid? well I still got AIM Just got a new kick and I keep it with me It's Ben Jamin but the E is a 3 for me but I'm a keep it in ma pocket for it end
losing their minds You find that there's no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in It's not just
go go blow em outta his a betta chose yo The return of the funeral cage right Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger 'Cause its that
Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic But that ain't ever happenin you can't spit it like
said Please papa don't whip little Benny Please papa don't whip little Ben He's little and wants you to love him Please papa don't whip little Ben
to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it My truck an AK can hit it Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in
lines, green paint Heard the Celtics ready for it but the Heat ain't Soon as Rondo toss it up look at Lebron's face Shaq slams it down, look at that board
right bitch, bitch say it Weezy Weezy fo sheezy banana clip on the heater Banana whip on them sneakers banana dick going deeper Weezy Weezy fo sheezy banana clip on the heater Banana whip
Physically Physically They were really turned on for awhile Then to heighten their passion They bought sex toys Ben-wa balls French ticklers Nipple clamps Cock rings Whips
had a pair of Air Christen Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz Rockin' the latest in Ben
same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds Advocated by the few who do live it Blomberg
I'm heavy out here, get your shit together Tryin' to sell it lightweight, like Floyd Mayweather Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic But then
All dressed up in women's lingerie I don't know if the guy was drinking beer Jack or beam it's not exactly clear But when he whipped it out The ghost
homies, I thought you knew? He said "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone," but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone Now will it be
shake that booty It's not a bid sale It's a cake sell, goddamn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be it as a matter of a fact, I foresee it But only pimpin
know how much my diamonds cost, then forget it Kenoe, that's my nigga that's my nagga Drop the load on me, and I'm back shinin' Doin' it, I'm doin' it
gone Shorty dig my ghetto way, she is, she plays along Lock that ass up like a pit, when it's time to lock I kick it with ya niggas later, it's time
