tryin' to peel your cap Turn around, homeboy, you better watch your back Life is too short Life is You can take back all the things you give But you can't take back
hell!) Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow Ladies make your hands clap up bueno Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow Holla
down the east coast I'm talkin' to you baby You! Get-get-get-get-get-ready Get ready You! You! But in the kingdom of God... ...come back fat as a rat
grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives 2 psychopathic lyricists are driving on the hunt tonight i'm haling from the Essex and the East London
gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by Paranoid, we drive by till
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East, south, midwest, even up north falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk all for the gingerbread, we get it and get
'll probably show a nigga how to drive a jet ski Them Brick Squad niggaz got me like I got me Me, Flock and Baby back to Bankhead in real Bugatis Brick
[Chorus - Mars:] From the east to the west coast You show me love wherever I go One thing I know is I'm getting dough, i'm on Got them hoes coming let
pride Cutting wheels is ironside East, sleep, work, cheat, nine to five Reagan won in a landslide Which brings us back to Raw Hide (Raw Hide) These are the things that drive
Busta. You know we got style When it comes to shootouts Boogie Brown is here don't fear The clear just step to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom
) Up and down, French (ride); French Road, niggaz (ride) Up and down the Drive (ride); outer Drive, niggaz (riiiide) Up and down, Connors; up and down, Chalmers (we riiiide) East
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures Uhh, right back
through like I'm moving that stuff I just get checks, just get neck Girls I'm afraid, running round butt nake Gotta go back to the grind Back to the tracks, back
twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap And get your niggas off my back and no, GOD, ya
Ima push your fucking wig back (Chorus) Your mouth's flapping and I smell shit (BITCH SHUT UP!) Fuck you and who you run with (BITCH SHUT UP!) I'm from the east
Blaam! And then get shit What? (Anything I want) Need to get shit Blaam! So if you got shit Blaam! Or you need shit Blaam! Get some shit Go, get your