Letras:
The Group Home Be Like That

Bet ya man can't do it like that (Like that?) He can't work the middle 'Cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like that (Like that?) I make

deliquent group home lord of the state the truth about the matter is that I feel great I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender servin that

on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He

of shell toes The fuck is wrong with y'all People wanna hear Rev Run say 'Cause I got dough that I must be a type of fraud But you know that the thing that

like, "Come on, wait, is that a Stanley? Where'd you get that? It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you It's like a dick all up in you although

to be Tech attack a motherfucker with the tongue Nigga you better be steadily bringin' the melody, Readily, 'cause every nigga's thinkin' ahead of me We'll never be

be like Vester Facin' your whole crew, with cardinals on like Uncle Fester Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez On deck with penis out, pine tar like

again I reminisce I miss that hug, I miss that kiss I miss that love Really 'cuz, I miss that bitch And I love it when you hit that switch Shorty, tell me how you get that

you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot Yo, yo, ayo, comin' back home, I thought it'd be cool But everybody like, "Cam, yo I thought you