got a good thang, sexy as hell Oh, for real girl, your body bang You're so dope, your name should be cocaine It's such a shame damn, damn Damn, I can
Damn I miss the, damn I miss the, damn I miss the game Game, when it's gon' come back, come back? I'm gettin' tired of the dumb rap, dumb rap Man I done
Shaq, so take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L
the Moet 'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack, Hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler H U S T L E R Hustler Yo man you
I'm def. Don't front and say kinda Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous Raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King word connector. Vocal
there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.
in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place and she want me to cum all over her damn face I never understood
crap about he really love you Listen Out. The. Way. Push him back If you foolish trying to get your day Knowing that you work damn hard all day She got plenty of cash in L
W L O R F A It's alright, baby I can't get you out of my mind Your love is one of a kind You've given so much of yourself I swear, don't want nobody
on and treat yourself, go buyin all o' my *?Kamale*? As soon as we get home you can 'ject my bone all night long, right from wrong Long Range Pimpin, L-R
-L, cool, we so motherfuckin' cooler than you Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da Bass Damn it, damn, girl
nigga boxin' On this mic, you can see I'm blessed Some say I'm the One, like KRS Shoutout to Clue, Flex and Doo Wop R.I.P. Big L, Pun, Biggie and Tupac
big boy jet Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago I got cribs better year estates man I'm in L.A. with Atlanta
down my hoes do the same thing We all in the same game, we all willin' to bang Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim B.R.'s evasive, cut
momma like this, "Let's sue" So many times, I heard I died I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives Well I'm the P L A Y E R I lay bunnies, like Hugh
Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head 'Cause if you targetin' the L.O.X. You might
L R P's Lone Range Pimpin', jumpin up on this track, man, you underdig? We spit these L R P's and we do this damn thing real tough like You underdig?
stick shift and Make a five seater, I'll be damned if I feed a chick It ain't like me to split a piece 'a dry pita I'll be the S, L to the I, M to the
