do it" "I can't do it" "We can do it" "I can't do it" Goodbye Max "Lord, I want that money" "I'm back, Max" "Come on, Leo, we can do it" Step one, find
tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get
and the bay I like them broosy bras I like round the way I take them outta they js put them in hermays Might hang out in the club might chill out somewhere safer Kinkos and Office Max
a ringtone High pitched noise on your brain, it's heavy Autopsy report that he jumped off a train It started when the dearly departed tried to escape max
party's over Like a cowboy at a rodeo From mister mister dosie doe Around the dance floor Steppin the new hardcore I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped [Chorus] [Verse 4] Max
UP get up, GET UP hey ayo im fast lane switchin rap game spittin chillin with some sour got a bad dame twistin these people think im goofy say im max
holla she gonna carry you... flyer than a aireal vechical gerital... sittin on my feet when I'm stuntin on them people... I tell no fabels everyhting chillen... fax machines office max
You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle Saddle ???? Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle Buck forty nine plus tax to the max
in our face and pride in our heart/I'm Crunk and I alwayz rep my set/ my money constantly grows just like a chia pet/Got mo paper than office max/You
phenomenon First nocturnally orchestrated car alarms Y'all sketch portraits of your neighbors, tack em up without fail See a robored pitchforks and alligator tails [?] Offical Max
neighborhood Straight struck her But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and
find out what the hell's happening here Fuckin' commercials, God Damn! Radio: This is Victoria Secretion reporting live from Orange County California When just moments ago, officer
Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang Another rap extravagance classic for you niggaz [Chorus: Max B] WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS
ma tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get
Mail call! Here ya go, Bialystock, ya got a postcard. MAX: A postcard? From where? GUARD: Brazil. MAX: Brazil? Who do I know in Brazil? Dear Max, Rio
towards MAX and notices right away, from the LATTER's thunderous expression, that something disturbing has happened.) MAX Mr. Gillis... JOE What's the matter, Max? MAX
smoke nuh coke vibe wi nuh bun dis babylon cyaan lock wi up now fi one spliff wi a blaze a dem kno seh a fun dis coo now officer yuh a gwaan like I gun