one No more skylarking around my head Your information But there's no hiding behind molting feathers On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the show 40
40 bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus N*ggas gather round
baby You got me soaked and wet Lay on your back now baby So I can ride you until the sunset I just wanna hear ya moan Up and down, round and round, it
as well as the rotten smell of body cells/ How many you niggas is ready to get down and dirty?/ watch me spit rounds like a 30-30..word up!/ Or you can
Corruption, destruction, disaster Everybody tryna' rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryna go platinum 'round 40 years
u boo dont want no mo of that baby mama drama/ haters call me i hated all that try me yeah/ whether ya 40 or faded some hustlers is never faded cmon/ [
m so real (pimp c) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got niggas doin 40
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
in the air had me stuck like glue We would dry out Macy's, but 8 G's worth of Polo See the dreaded one-sixty copping ounces for dolo Stuffing 40's in
woods Well, they go down easy and they sure taste good Beer season, everybody's here There ain't no limit and it's open all year Well, I killed a big 40
got me open now Shake and see what a playa holdin now Grippin the tight, she ready to own me now Takin her to the tele, to the mornin now And round and round
swollen now she could see what a nigga ownin now grippin the tire she ready to bone me now diggin up in that belly got her moanin now and round and round
shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit you was doin round the poolroom nigga It ain't nuthin --
cake and keep that oozie Holla a bay bay One eighty seven two eleven on my side of town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash
fucker is you workin'? bank account hurtin' so you know a nigga robbin' dont wanna jump into school so whats the option lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
a round round without a driver's licence Hello (Hi!) you walking, (No) farewell (Oh!) I'm off then And I'm whipping through the city with a 40 and a
Round town, I?m bound, shake the ground Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down Round town, I?m bound, shake the ground Shake the town, wave the
I'ma bounce wit'cha though, yo We gon' bounce everywhere we go Make a, make a wanna bounce Get loose, get 'round, now get set Yeah, it's the anthem
