your thighs Shit, I get hard from the sound of a kid rum Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified] Shiny bald head catching sun rays Smashing down the strip going backwards down
, bitch You'd better watch your back Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat 'Cause life is Too Short, I'm in the house like that Shorty the pimp
can call me daddy if you Want to be Still in the game Shock motherfucking G Yea, blacked upped in the house West W niggars In the house for show Father
self Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself Fuckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else Now red light, child started a fight Just talking
myself- someone needs to fuckin die, All ive been thinkin about is money needs to get earned, I put the track on pause something needs to get burned, My head
out, can't even get Waffle House Hatin' niggas? Chalk em out. Go on, get the coffin out What you talking about? Lil man My shit hair-burning, you not
in glass houses shouldn't throw stones people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones because they risk having boulders crash down
was over, I said yo that was def And everything seemed all right when we left But when I got home and laid down to sleep That began the nightmare on my street It was burning
icy hot Y?all, all my niggas killas we don?t talk on the phone And give a way better message when we come in your home Yo, catch me down south when I
niggas out And I could take 'em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss State gotta talk
York Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year (Crack preach) So I testify To burn down
I'ma leave a team with her Me and her been down since her head was 'round I went to every party in town and bought her around And now she get lose with it Her head
're pregnant with my kid By the fireplace, we watch his doo-rags burn I remodeled you, gave you the diamonds he couldn't wisely concern Always talkin
y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound Is how we hit house and puff a couple of good
headed to the liquor store That's kinda odd you didn't hear the Pimp freak a hoe I hit the Eastside and get some head I'm out the do' Now I'm on the
Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real Half of us niggas be looking for any bill Lock down ? ? my ass ? ? But I bails out, another head back to
house Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah 1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house Lil hawk and burn in
Whooo!! Okay okay okay Check this out That's them Dirty slum boys finna lock it down this time And when we lock it down it ain't gon' be for a little