run Slap it in my face, shove it down my throat Nigga, where your blunt? I can make this pussy smoke I know how to fuck, I know how to ride I can spin around
there is no lie Pull out my black card, Same colored my soul fire Got My name tatted by her p+ssy by her upper thigh F+ck with my hand around her neck
lookin? boy, Gangsta homo thug lookin? boy, Ring around yo tub lookin? boy, Oh it?s the first of the month, Bone Thug lookin? boy, Got yo hand off
lookin? boy, Gangsta homo thug lookin? boy, Ring around yo tongue lookin? boy, Oh it?s the first of the month, Bone Thug lookin? boy, Got yo hand off
love lookin' boy, Gangsta homo thug lookin' boy, Ring around yo tongue lookin' boy, Oh it's the first of the month, Bone Thug lookin' boy, Got yo hand
What is in my hands will take yo last glances Fuckin' wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be Nigga sittin' on the side of me My mentality makes
all around 100 headless corprses' laying all over the ground [Chorus 2x] [Otis] Got it in my hands and a feelin' rush though Aint nobody know what to do when my
m stressed with the smith & wess My music career ain't been the best Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress Bitch make my money right Or get ya throat
you won't even hear fears in they cry Don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes My niggas rhyme that's all I love Put
-ham Oh damn, smokin' beeds Smokin' beeds in my lex-land Pass the beeds to the next man Put it out in the next hand Police on my day bew Now who's them
movin' again I'm a better child, you's a pedophile I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's, deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s,
't leave me alone So I'm ridin' everyday with every pistol Everyday with every pistol, look I never fold, I just take my chance I let life deal, but I just take my hand
you thought I was stuck in the grill I had my nigga wit me, plan on my mind JIGGA wit me hand on my nine, I take 'em wit me Kris Kross ingo's wit me
So I told her my name, my name is Tone She said, "Town!" You know like she never heard of me, ya know So I said, "Okay you may know me by my other name
Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back In the club with your baby mama in my lap Lookin' fly
[Snoop Dogg:] My goodness my gracious shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces Hand full of aces trumped up dump trunk white wall paces Drink til you
leave your wife will be dead Well my steel is sharp and silent The devil guides my hand Well I just love to slit them throats And creep all around this
hop, before you step to us And if you step, hands around your throat like a necklace Missed the drum, young ladies gimme a call My number's written next