so damn slim I'm out north too, no top on the Benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the wind Look
's good It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby Ohh, like that baby, like that It's all good, it's all good It's all good, it's all good
up? Try to give me some pussy but I want some head And I already know everythin' you did They say you fuck like a old ass tired bitch But the word is out you suck some good
that your rap? Every day and night it's coming back C O C A I N E The rich man's high what it used to be But things looking different in eighty five
Hennessy straight up with a straw Adjust my person so my person looks good "Look at her, Look at her, Look at her"--I look good Slip out the benj,
be the S, L to the I, M to the S, H, A, D, Y And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down '
(riiiide) Up and down, Connors; up and down, Chalmers (we riiiide) East side, nigga (this is how we) Yeah, my nigga Juan, Street Lord Mafia Big Herk, good lookin out
look good in front of a bunch of gays My Feng Shui is a pump in the desert You'll come up shorter than an Asian Jumpin' out of a trunk in the desert
the hood I was in the myst of a crowd, when shit wasn't good Til I heard your voice out loud, then I lifted it good Doctors wouldn't tell me, the teachers
Im Still On that Same S**T Bossin Cuz I Came Into this Game Without A Boss Ummm, And Im eatin Good So i Just Gotta Floss And, And, And I Spent Your
movie usher Who is he? He or she - SFP Movies, CD's, and TV's, but uh-uh Cause today I take a break from that As I roll where a tank of gas'll take me
out, wild out, wild out, wild out (Anybody, young niggas, dead bitches, tear it up) Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out Wild out, wild out
the mall at Room to small tear the walls out Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out You know how No Limit do go all out Aint my fault, we gotta
you say ohhhhh, let me hear you say ohhhhh Can you believe It? (2nd Verse) Styles P Big ass truck, brand new rims, tank top Yankee, tanned out Tims
So many drugs I can open up a CVS Gucci flip flops, Gucci tank top 'Fore my patna s*** I pour a lil' drank out Who flyer than me? Who higher than me?
kin fish tanks in your civics F**k getting your ride pimped Ull get hard tyed wimped Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp It's been a good
flow is just slaughter My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring water So tell me boys tell me boys who you think your messing with I get money out the