doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A. Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it? I don't give a fuck where you lay
doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a f**k where you
'm comin' from the heart son And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some Now which one a you hoes wanna jump If you got static, then get it
Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at? D
more shots than G-I, G-I your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I you know, you know B-I,B-I ...G [Chorus] Ass hole in, bigger d-ck now don't believe me
t take it out of me Getting money, getting money that's all I know I'm makin' money, nigga you can't tell me shit I'm gon' keep on stuntin'm 'stead of shinin' on
much shit aint get found And I know the police listen and I?m telling you now You can never hold a Trill nigga down Nigga fuck you [Chorus:] [Lil Boosie:] This shit
who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me, and I didn't graduate from fuckin' high school. You'd better... You'd better... You'd better... You'd
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy (Whachu doin'?)
neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to Texas Yep I'm on there throwing up my set shit Spinnas with the color
preacher for you 'Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you Sink'n fast in the deepest soil Ya parents finally got you some help You came out seem
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture More than you bargained
the shit Yeah I know man find himself taking on a flick Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue ([Em:] No I had an interview not you two) You
when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I Busta Rhyme, baby gimme some mo' And you
on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip) While we swing and dip 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip What you
gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Ain't nothing soft on
my metal heavenly trusted You pussed it, but it ain't the cops Turn your back, and like you saw death Lost breath, I left you in shock You was amazed