. You ain't me. Its the S-0, U-L pro-vide your mind with a west coast soul vibe. Uh, its the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind with a west coast soul vibe.
and commencing with this and fading (So how dare you question) The original aborigine In the vicinity the city's committee consider me the trilogy of terror, whatever I do I bring light You're blinded
off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee Blame it on da Bay
(feat. Big Poppa of Ratchet City) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Now turn me up a little Move Now turn me up a lil Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom, Booom Bom,
females. You ain't me. Its the S-0, U-L pro-vide your mind with a west coast soul vibe. Uh, its the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind with a west coast soul
, been ?round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights
with) me (me) Now what the fuck they wanna see, the B-O-N-E or the MO T-H-U-G (T-H-U-G) Up in this motherfuckin piece Nigga don't let the beats (beats
light I sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out The ride empty the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D. Woke up handcuffed inside Grady Tagged with an I-U
's Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me Fuckin' right nigga I raised the B.G. That's why I'm a hot boy on these city streets Blood thicker than
in them days, been ?round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights
in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee Blame it on da Bay if