ahunnit clicks She do the most, do the gross, niggas and bitches she fuck em both If you wanna buy some head, pick her up and blow the dough She from the nutta gutta south
He's The Fastest Man Alive Breakdown! Born in a ghetto, lived in a slum But he was raised high and mighty to be number one The park was his stage,
So we forced to sell crack, rap an' get a job You gotta do somethin', man, your ass is grown Drug dealin' just to get by Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(huh) [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Man, there's a road through the city Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty Wheels so shiny, rims so
nigga, payin high by the high now When I get the Gucci, only 3note is the dial now Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now My heart so hard
nothing new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch [Chorus] [Verse 7: Rasheed] Philly to South Park met him
over from blues Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz From this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed I had me so high, my brain
, blowing smoke out my nose 9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin' hydro So don't blow my high, just leave me alone! 'Cause I get high like Cheech and
, she had the chronic The lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep So
than I was the day you left. Parked out here under the moon, dyin' to give it a rest. So goodnight Raleigh, goodnight Durham. Goodnight Atlanta and Macon and Jacksonville. Live from high
be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute
Wit A Soda On The Side Young B, Webstar And GTOT Doin Our Thing. It Comes Naturally We Gettin, So We Fly As Can Be So All Ya'll Wack Lables Stop Tryina
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems Feeling high as hell flyin' through Palmdale Skatin' on dayton rims So
from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims So
curl CHORUS: Compton isn't too far away Neither is South Central LA No matter what the cops try and say We move from South Central To the desert of the real high
tank of gas take me at I used to rock these red, I rock Z's Now I rock the M B's with twelves and V's Today sun up high in the sky From N Y la la me
z niggaz shoot for the stars My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm With the high beam shit so frigid