Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random While you make it clap clap clap clap clap (You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang) While you make it
oh, yeah, woah I'm never ever not without your touch Every kiss that you give, it gives me heart And to all the heart it can Jealous females hate it, I'ma hold it
head back The big time is what you wanted The devil put the strap in your palm And now you got it And you shot it Chorus It's going down now
make a move that you'll regret Evil E's on the set, hit the deck Kick it Kick it Kick it Kick it You start to think and wonder bout how it's done "An
age And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's
gangsta love Yeah, she love it the way I put it on her Blowin' trees, summer breeze, sippin' Corona Lost Dogg, I give it to her right and she like it
Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet Stop and C-Walk to the beat Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street Eastside, LBC, *** in my hand It
my Porsche is turbo In hot pursuit, come rock with Snoop Baby's the lawyer, her body's the truth I'm in the game for real, it pays to chill I walk in
make that pussy hurt For real though, you know that I get dough Finna rape the game, and my mission is to get more Oh, I gotta have it Ooh, I gotta grab it
want Shit was cool til she shifted now her emotions involved I got that dick game that put bitches in pyscho ward She said she need me like she need air And it
want it come and get it now Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin' up cheddar
got low, I shave them things And put 'em right back together, I made them things Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique Money in the air
my lane You backin up the game You lame You want fame? I can give it to yah daddy I aint took my meds for weeks And I aint feelin fuckin batty So if I put
started out with blood money 50k in drugs on me ...........put thugs on me just pulled up in the club homey we just put my thugs on it home boy gettin
see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe
gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got
Mane) I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine (Verse 2) Gotta get with it Really wana hit it So damn thick I kno I split it Stopped
feel you love me now I feel you love me now Babe, you got me caught up in this love game The funny thing is that I don't mind playin' I'm in it for