's one, I fulfill nigga's order What you nigga's wanna order? Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter Rebirth, don't cut out my four-ways I
one, I fulfill nigga's order what you nigga's wanna order? 06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways I stash purp
, I fulfill nigga's order what you nigga's wanna order? 06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways I stash
put on my clown suit Check it out Only sixteen, thick as fuck Gigantic size tits, big ass bust She ain't trippin' her tight jeans was fittin' manish Mint condition man, major damage Potent dope
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Verse one: Bringing more noise than pg-we true and flew in life Leave us-jd and rock a party all night tight nigga One,two,three,four
Love (Robert Spragg) vocals Band: Mountain of Love (Piers Marsh) harmonica & vocal Sir Real Congaman (Simon Edwards) percussion & acoustic gtr. The Spirit (Orlando Harrison) keybrds L.B. Dope
friend, you a foe Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on I
) I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby Brooklyn! Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends
chinks While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate
em in your square and little macks milk, blast the year That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
Figure as days pass, make more cash And I push everything from E to H-class Four years ago I couldn't go to a show I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope
nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga This for da, ya dope
out talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go? You know the club don't close 'til four Let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the folks [
on the lake Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make It's to the point where I don't see dope no more Still smoke weed, still drink beer
a shell casing, so close to overdose The light of day hurts my eyes Wishing my death to be a surprise My life should be more than four walls and a floor
bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes 'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope
from C.E.O. so that nigga got to be rich Put It like this every week of the year cop me a six Do the sports year one year then cop two lottery picks
God please, bring me home I stopped before, three or four days Always end up back in the same place People call me a junkie, dope fiend How they gonna