mon I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam We surely don't, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh This
em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here's a french kiss *kissing sound* I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth Make you dance
Jesus Lord have mercy, let me touch this Tease it for reasons I can't explain to you Lord 'Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to
with the chips in the wrists Here's a french kiss *kissing sound* I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth Make you dance, ooowwww I
With power, comes money With money, comes greed Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't fuckin' with it, this cake has
mail and pick up the damn blow Quickly now, don't let the po-po show Or I'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't blow Life's a bitch, life's not a
, everybody's tied down in the den Listen, a killa for hire, expert Don't talk, only point out of work Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt Ain't no jam
the chips All my West Coast niggaz get all the chips All my Down South niggaz get all the chips All my Ruff Ryder niggaz get all the chips Let's
Dancing, singing, my world is the stage, I feel like a lion living his cage. Happy people everywhere Music's hot so they don't care, They don't care about rumours don
sexy show and she always dancing Everyone buying your drinks, everyone wants the number Its such a sexy show and she always dancing I need a chic like you That don't
walk in Don't even find a seat, just threw My coat right on the floor Grab somebody for a quick dance Boy or girl, it don't matter no more, I'm hot
m after your heart, Oh don't you see And your three kids doesn't bother me You Know.... I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair when we eat Fuck I can't
m after your heart, oh, don't you see? And your three kids doesn't bother me You know I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair when we eat Fuck I can't
but you done fucked it up permanently Now it don't concern me no more You thought I was the one, but I got my own whips Own chips, own crib and I don't
I dance wit' her now and deal wit' hate later Differenciate the playa from y'all haters Reiterate the phrase again, 'Y'all haters' Who got chips and don't
just because your fans don't switch Only thing that you do is my finger itch A lot of people try to say that this ain't gon' last That's like sayin' Southstar ain't
to side (We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all) And everybody in the place from east to west Put your hands
Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out Whatever you holdin is mine, you my PayPal See I don't