I don't pop no bottles, homie I don't do no pilates I don't aerobicise, no tai-bo and no karate I don't do no chin-up's, bwoi I ain't no pin-up, bwoi
Check check, this mics on? now when we ride hard we kickin up dust don't leave no body behind to talk, naw naw; and the only proof that my crew came through
[Girl:] Tell me a story, Uncle Stak. Haystak:] What you want me to tell you a story about? Girl:] About bad guys and stuff. [Haystak:] Ok, that should
Words Like Hoogie, Cracka, Honkee, Woody There Ebonic Slang Words Synonymous With Whiteboy But Then Again Thats In A World Where Cowards Live To Tell
[Verse 1:] All I Set out to do was get some food and some rent money to. TO tell the truth the vocal booth was my sanctuary I spent endless hours in there
[Intro] Represent, you act like this was the first time we done had to tell y'all You can hear us though, you can hear us... in 4, 3, 2, 1 [Verse 1]
[Intro] Sometimes I write about something, that like something I went through Or something my people went through And I felt like they needed some motivational
[Intro:] Yea! Yea, your back mack hour with your man Wolfman Stak on Wpmp the peoples station We Pimp! Huh! We're goin get into make-up or break-up hour
[Verse 1:] Visions Of Me Brutaly Executed White Sheets Laying Out Theres No Use In Praying Now I See What You Were Saying Now About My Big Ass Mouth And
make an acception for a local boy who has done big things.I want erbody to put yer hands together,big Thirsy Turttle welcome for Haystak McMillion. [
[Intro] [Dice rolls] On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner Either other time 11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point
They tell me focus on my future But all I see is present and past Had to talk to my momma thru a peice of glass Seen grown men die for a peice of ass
Ah ah Come on. You are not the only one Going thru what your going thru you know what I'm saying? Ah come on ah come on I don't give a fuck what position
me laid out across the hood It's all good it nothing but leather wood This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it's the block Haystak didn
She was the prom queen, the world was hers With a wave of her hand, whispered words Hearts broken by her abilities Addicted to the sweetness of a gentle
world spin Hahahaha Yo part 2, for all my true fans who know that money makes the world spin Not to mention the improvments in their girlfrields Hahaha [Haystak
If it wasn't for the bad There wouldn't be no good I want you to honk your horn If your just glad to be leaving (yes sir) Me I'm big haystak its just
Man you need a ride? Uhh, naw I'm good [Haystak] Stepped out the club with triple vision Couldn't fit my keys in the ignition Swerving all over the