them Figure you get jumped here that's next They don't wanna stop there now they bustin' Now you gushin', ambulance rushin' You to the hospital with a bad concussion Plus
B-I, like a paper trail shout out to my n-gga T-I, yahh, so wavvy, when I say usher all the girls go crazy, even your own lady, (wait a minute) plus your
love it when you rub it when you play wit' yourself I'm a nympho and I love baby there's nothin' else So, ichi, ni, san, shi That's me, plus three Voule
Candlelights, when you take the bath You got, such a sensational ass I'ma get you Jimmy Cho and Marc Jacob bags I can cop her, a two thousand and three
back slapped him, I pulled out the mack He kicked it out of my hand, [Incomprehensible] Yo, a place where you niggas get it on And I think it evolved around three
Thing!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) Throw your hands in the air! Admit two shots in the atmosphere! Verse 1 It's been three weeks
dawg, who else but me? Roc ears, Roc-wears, bandannas and white tees Me without a gun dawg, unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat' Three
way! "I wanna get a chicken sandwich And I want a cheeseburger too" She's like, "You want onions on that?" I'm like, "Yeah, I already said that I do? ?Plus
attached It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like" I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice Plus you wear the shoes well, the
reach into your pocket and can't even find not even enough to go purchase a dime sack of weed. But fuck that, I got come up in my blood, plus it's the
Or slapped toothless, ya doin' what cha doin' So what you got a Forty Cal, I got a Forty Cal Plus another Forty Cal with that Any nigga plus the niggas
backwards, forwards, sideways It used to be an honest hustle back then but nowadays It's cut throat, that's fucked up, niggaz want they come up So bad they'll take the three
do E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was powerful Now I'm out of Houston, and Crophead's been doin our producin (yeah) [Chorus] [Verse Three] Yeah I'm
time to waste, back to my place" Plus from the club to the crib it's like a mile away Or more like a palace, shall I say And plus I got pal if your
a sex scene every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom
the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for in plus a muthafuckin' ounce
) That's right I'm a rude ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six, five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets