my waist I get my eagle on Padico, e-hola, lethal lethal, ya peoples arm Donde viva, La vida loca, pop up like nezels on 'em Triple x sex, yes that Vin
and weeded Need more reason for chillin, we having a good time And plus the hood's tight, so should I put up my pistol? No I brought my digs but you
dress and look yourself over It's no wonder you would ponder that image Of your greedy self in the mirror Go on Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
needle And you a Black Sabbath, too paranoid On the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd If writing is a weapon, all my gun shoots is Led Zeppelin Sex Pistols
like du du du dudu, du du du Still creepin on my side, will kill you if you try give my money to my momma she will give it somebody thats my little biddys
sex me of course Cause I pull up in a Porsche I make love to the money But she get moist off my voice Got a shit load of hundreds Got a bag full of loud
hurts Fuck em' kill em' all Lil' O - Chorus 2X: Southside got a hold With any means necssesary, victory n'gold Man fuck these haters they don't like the way
around Tried getting up but they pushed him on down That's when he saw me, called out my name And I turned my back and just walked away Yeah, I turned my
When I'm with you, you make me feel so sexy, ooh Made up my mind, I agree that we are ready On a steady pace for love Dim the lights, I turn my two-way
't sold then ya musta heard it wrong (Everywhere I go) Bailin' through the streets, always catch me with some heat On my way to buck a freak, back up
my waist I get my eagle on Padico, e-hola, lethal lethal, ya peoples on Donde viva, La vida loca, pop up like nezels on 'em Triple x sex, yes that Vin
in case I pack heat Keep a case of brew in my back seat Got a pocket full of cash hey Got a fatty in my ashtray I'm Cool (Daddy Cool) Call Me Cool (
staying tru to the game you bitches callin' my name Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein See I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs My
an Audioslave on the run, in a SoundGarden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come. My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led like Zeppelin. Trying to find my way
I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my
trouble I made it niggaz hated leave me dead they beloved to Mommy before I walked up out that door I should've hugged you Who's my real friends seems
door.Its like a vessle clearer than a crystal, hotter than a pistol, man I give a whistle. And gather up my converse in a hurry niggas flock together
went to the water and the water was boiling The load was heavy and rocks filled my course My horse drank the water and the water killed my horse I tried