on my niggas cup, Watch out for security, cause we bout to blaze the doob up, Let's smoke and burn, choke the herb, So come on ride the train, you should
him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him I ain't sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him Waitin' on the day, they say Jesus is gonna
to keep a steak On the table while they home I dedicate this to my niggaz gone This for my niggaz on the left an' right of Jesus While He sittin' on
, y'all niggas poppin willy shit, Lets see who really rich, Ya'll ride the beat, I'ma bout to pop a wheelie bitch, Really this, I came up with on some
love me, she admire the fashion, & I call her baby girl, just like her dad did There's 100s on my paper like a smart ass class kid Because I'm on top
I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she?s in that motel room Puttin? on a show for some chump Yeah, well
Baby got big and baby get bigger Baby get something, baby get more Baby, baby, baby was a rock n' roll nigger Oh, look around you, all around you Riding on
train is a clean train, you know, this train This train is a clean train, I said, this train This train is a clean train, everybody riding in Jesus'
't about shit. Nigga call me up talking about, man it's on. Your niggaz fucking wit my niggaz an it's on. Nigga what we fronting for? If it ain't about
And we never fail [Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot [1 - J] Now would you die for your nigga? [F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga [J] Would you ride for your nigga
1: XV] I'm A-W-E, some call me awesome Some call me Vizzy, honeys call me often Gator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him? Jesus Christ I'm good, please
-rex you must be on that heat, cause you soft as riding secret def can hate, i got your hoe photo on coast of key west we just, Sippin on this v-est durin
she look so good) A... a... [Chorus:] She look so good she don't need no make up on... She wear that make up make a nigga want to get up on... I gotta
alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views A sawed off pump in my hand with two shells The other four homies on the scene with
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions A lot of people think that what I say on records Or what I talk about on a record That I actually do it
Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick this nigga Coolio up Two ski masks, on my left a nine Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) You
Got to modify your wheels if you want a lower ride On the windscreen says tax applied Play your music loud with an amplifier Eat selection bonafide Hawaii 50 does it on
main prophet I kept everythning cool A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus