verse 1 We're breaking in to each other's lives Stealin all we can Holdin on to this perfect lie cause nothin else matters Our innocence is all pretend
[Intro:] Yes, Greezy, Brooklyn, yes! [Chorus:] Gettin money hoe, smokin loud too Kush burnin pockets on high volume We the realest team, do the realest
was gangsta in other words thugged-out But she was trafficing and manufacturin' drugs out She was a little older she was a little bolder Than all my other
holla this the big k ground hang on my nine still blowing line mother reach other swan yeah i'm on the low low docking pigs .. solo still i'm blowing
high (Go go) David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die (Go go) Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high (Go go) David Banner in this
Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, roam ya neighborhood high exhaust High stylin, profilin
ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000 Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the other fuckin' tip Too his
Her Number Then She Tells Me I Already Smashed Last Summer (Remember?) Mile High Club G5 Planes Remember Back Rubs And Pink Champagne Mile High Club
know what I'm sayin', it's all good We can see you, but you can't see us nigga Me and the rockafella, t rock baby Atl, memphis, the whole motha-fuckin
thinks I'm goin' to school, but I'm headed for them streets Before 12 am, I done did more shit than a marine Fall up in the school house, high off them
and Woman Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Big Ball and G we Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! [Eightball] Calling all pimps and players We need to unite and get with other
get her number then she tells me that i already smash last summer mile high clubs g5 planes remember back woods and pink champagne mile high clubs g5
he's standing in a little park With his trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry
when I'm high especially on some bars Don't need to cop liriclly you can catch a charge Runnin' down the street yellin' fuck the police Reeboks on my feet high
monsta when I'm high specially on some bars Don't need to cop lyrically can catch a charge Runnin down the street yellin fuck the police With Reeboxs on my feet high
that's my nigga Young Buck!!! [Chorus: Jazze Pha] (Young Buck) Just hop in my ride if you want some (Come on!!!) We can roll and get high if you want
this bitch Juicy J and Paul got some sounds to make a thug rich Stickin to the plan man im ???? off this Hennessey North Memphis, South Memphis, Orange
And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry