I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in' Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed
*They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate
Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah
* Repeat
Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders
My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
I know you see me lookin girl gon wanna nag right A little closer let me see you in the spotlight Now turn around and let me see just what ya curve like Go grab ya friends and yall could come to the back Ohhh Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne Relax relax Take ya coat off and let me get ya name I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame I like the way you talk ya game we might be one in the same Now I know you got a buzz of that alcohol I got a house that could entertain all of yall Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call I'm bout to slide out but I'll get back at ya ohhh And when I call don't give me the run around I ain't gonna have ya try and play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothin to think about Ya got me feenin but girl you don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town My name is Timb aka Thomas Crown I heard ya lost do you know your way around If ya got a problem baby I could hold you down ohhh I can be ya navigator or ya compass Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish You the party baby I'm just the guest list I think I need some tylenol you got me restless So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house Lets watch sex in the city or desperate housewives Simon says touch your's while you touch mine Parental discretion is advised ohhh Yall could be the star in my ficky spot light Studio fifty four if we get the props right All we need right now is a little bit little bit of act right Yall lookin shy but yall act like yall don't hear me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me
Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Little lady lady lady Come on and don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me Little lady lady lady Ya got me just screwed up Off of ya melody Easy baby baby baby Come on girl don't chop me up Please don't make a fool of me
It's ya boy, David Banner I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South Let's walk!
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
We represent Memphis, 'Sippi And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype No cut or no arm 'n' hammer
Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch!
We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift
Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch!
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Now we can get it buck in da club With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat
Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered
I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave 'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit Kids don't count when you buck back too hard Get ready to finish anything that you start
Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip
Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume Never been a trick, neva eva played
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea
Juice got weed Juice got pills Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sitting on a mill We ball out in the club wit our niggas staying trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills A player drinking Makers Marka, cranberry vodka Wearing a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em We always on the grind we be watching when they watching And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!
<i>[Chorus - Project Pat x2]</i> If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it) In the club or the street we can (go wit it) It don't make me none (blow for blow wit it} Crack his head wit a gun (I'ma sho split it)
<i>[DJ Paul]</i> We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck wit us and thats whats up The whole club we maintain These hydrashock bullets mushroom in ya brain We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool
<i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake My hood is home nigga everything straight My hood will rob you with mask on they face My hood will do it to put food on they plate My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool My hood they hang together they all jump you And if you don't believe me then come to my hood And you will see that it ain't all good
<i>[Intro]</i> {How many, how many talk that shit} <i>[repeated throughout the intro]</i> Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Yeah, yeah it's going down You know what I'm sayin'? A lot of times we use the word bitch That goes for niggaz and hoes Whoever violate, gettin' faced wit' that bullshit Here's what you do
<i>[Hook: DJ Paul + (Juicy J)]</i> Put your foot up they ass (what) Foot up they ass (what) If these bitches actin' bad Put your foot up they ass (yep) <i>[2x]</i> And tell that hoe (Don't violate me hoe, don't violate) <i>[4x]</i>
<i>[DJ Paul]</i> Now niggaz man they try to copy the Three 6 but they too sloppy You boys is fakers, nothin' but carbon copies When we step up in the club, niggaz they play dead 'Cause of raps and all that bullshit that they said It ain't nothin behind your mugs but some motherfuckin' hugs Y'all niggaz nicer than grandmas and fuckin' ladybugs Yall haters shakin' like booties up in a strip club I'll cut your head off like Al Queda in this bitch WHAT!
<i>[Juicy J]</i> I aint playin' wit' you niggaz I'll put my hands on you niggaz My foot will stand on you niggaz I thought you knew we pull triggers So why you testin' me bitches You must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead For fuckin' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun Hit you, you startin' to run Split you wit' two fuckin' halves You mad runnin' your tongue I ain't no hoe that be likin' Bustin' and fightin' and bitin' I'm like a Tennessee Titan Tacklin' and bringin' the lightnin' bitch!
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Crunchy Black]</i> See I'm quick wit' the pistols Shootin', ain't missin' If I catch you slippin' then I'm going to get you mister I ain't gon' miss ya I'ma go and split ya No evidence, witnesses, no pictures Talk that shit bro Told you I'ma get ya Hit you in the head wit' the tip of the pistol Yea' I do it big, shit I'm playin' wit' your sister Like eskimos, leave you froze in a blizzard
<i>[Frayser Boy]</i> Pick his ass up, drop him off on his last breath Fuckin' wit' the hypnotize, you gon' have a fast death Real niggaz, yeah we is, you can come and find out Frizzle's on that bay, I can show you what my mind 'bout Three 6 got me on now I got to keep a tone 'Cause they haters now my haters, if we have to beef it's on Most of y'all been hoes, Frayser Boy's ten toed Leave his ass in the past nigga like Nintendo, whoa
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
On a Sunday afternoon You can see it in ma eyes That I been cheifin like an indian Playa this tha shit Ridin down to a park strip Hollerin' at a bitch Put ya foot on the brakes Ta hit tha gas and make it flick En watch the ho start lookin' But they can't see up in ma tint 'cause there's a playa inside this motha fucker Ridin in the back seat So before you wanna get up in ma whip You gotta suck meat
she got me leanin to the right She got me leanin to the left I dun sipped so much syrup Mane I think I need some help You get three fuckin hoes And a 2 liter of playa Then you betta go get you a freaky lil girl You ask her, do she smoke weed And tha bitch holla yeah She pulled out some cigars And some weed wit purple hiar Then ma kinfo call Say that he had purple drank Then I turned that fuckin corner Headin to that purple drank
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
I got them 28's on tha chevy sittin so high Them plastic cups in tha cup holda gettin dry And before I see tha bottom ima holla at LL 'cause that means I needa a are E F I L L On tha bottom ta top nothin but that dick I got a thick bitch playin with ma dick And she dun got hit and she curious She lookin at ma dolla wantin ta take a hit You know I'm passin it Long as she actin right If she get done though Ima smack tha daylight Clean her out tha hole Kick her out tha door Call up get high and cris Go en get some mo
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
I keep purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (i got them TV screen foldin down) Purple stuff all in ma cup 84's when I'm rollin up (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side) (gettin high n ridin whips swervin side to side)
Now every since I can remember I been popping my collar Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar Every since I can remember I been working this hoes And they betta put my money in my hand
[DJ Paul] Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery Let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site And believe I’m gon’ be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I’m trying to get paid however money is made A lot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid But me I ain’t no pimp, I just love to borrow Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model, fa real
[Juicy J] Well you know me by the Juice man hanging out with Big Keith Standing on tha porch, drinking liquor, drunk, smoking weed Trying to get a paycheck, but work that ain’t came yet Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet So I could get paid and relax in the shade And say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slaving It’s never easy for a playa in tha hood on tha come up If I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Blac] She’s just another hoe that I met in the hood I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good She might as well go on head and suck on my wood And let me whisper something in her ear if I could I got some hoes out there bringing ya boy back some good That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood Ain’t having to shout at no motherfucking slut You know I’m acting bitch make cut a fucking rug You better get out there and get my money in the woods I’ma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug You know I gotta have, gotta get my money~ what These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH!
<i>[Intro DJ Paul talking (With Echos)]</i> Yea! (Yea) Three Six (Six) Boogie Mane (Mane) Hypnotize Mindz (Tize Mindz) You know.. (You know) Niggaz get scared when they see these hard hittas (Hard Hittas) Walk up in the motherfuckin' club we comin to repossess and shit (Possess and shit) They start talking like girls and shit (And shit)
<i>[Woman]</i> You cant touch me Stand back No!!! <i>[2x]</i>
<i>[DJ Paul]</i> Yeah
<i>[Hook 2x]</i> They got scared when these hard hittas came in They got chains but they all tucked in We got them thangs and we brought 'em all in These niggaz play dead when they hear we came in (Came in)
<i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> See I'm a hard hitta yes I am And I dont really nigga give a damn About you and how you fuckin rock shit I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead You wanna cock it go ahead and cock it Dont make a nigga like me make you drop it I'm ten toes I'm from tha M-fuckin-Town We gangster walkin You hear the fuckin gangster sound Its ashes to ashes dust to dust The gats we trust Y'all dont really wanna bust I see you and your crew nigga in da club You tuck in yo chainz you must be some sissy club Do you wanna go to war nigga & spit some blood You talkin that shit like a fuckin slut You talk shit then you might as well bring shit I shut this muthafuckin club down for you bitch!
<i>[Hook 2x]</i>
<i>[DJ Paul]</i> (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) Now if you wonder why so many diss Hypnotize Its cause them haters ain't eatin they on some muthafuckin diets A lot them is really sick I think they got amnesia Cause on Sunday they diss ya But come Monday they need ya Quit tellin lies to the public If you could rewind your life back You probably be wit me on this track But I ain't come here my nigga for no sorrow no wounds But im'a stay bumpin till I bump by head on my tool Fo' real!
<i>[Juicy J]</i> Niggaz wanna blame us cause they ain't famous They wanna ride a new whip instead of catchin the matter bus So why I gotta take the blame for lame ass niggaz not havin things Maybe you need to boost some clothes get yourself some pocket change I know you like them fairy tales say you make the three six sell So while my pockets still on swoll you reachin in the garbage pale Player I'm not your friend wit' it name a price and J'll spend it Get yourself a nine to five and try your luck on a lottery ticket
<i>[Boogiemane]</i> What's up nigga Wanna be bad as the next nigga True facts you ain't gettin shit but fuck nigga Buck nigga catchin the cut when I rush nigga Jump nigga thinkin you cool you chump nigga Fuck that im'a get nine to get mine If you hood dog off in the club I'm on shine Pine in my mouth fuck up your cloud and get paid Wit' the same place to call our own and get away Whats the deal dog I be bout buckin and getting crunk And really dog I could care less about stunts In my trunk though where you gon' ride after the show Ain't no punk goes so I suppose you'll get throwed by some elbows Fuck it I'll fill his ass wit' holes on that funk blow throwin high low Like I'm a pro get crunk dog get buck dog But actin like a fuckin' fool gon' get you jumped dog
<i>[DJ Paul]</i> Yeah... This a dance song for all my niggaz in the club that don't dance... Just be in the back arms folded... Blunt in the mouth... Cap pulled down just scoping everything KnowhatI'msayin? Just in the cut... Watching you haters With a tone on em...
<i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i> I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side I'm in the club posted up (up) got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scoping I'm just Twisting my body from side 2 side (I'm just) Twisting my body from side 2 side
<i>[DJ Paul]</i> See ho I don't dance (dance) In the city where I'm from I wear the pants (wear the pants) These bitches think they cool (cool) I got the dick so I make the rules (make the rules) I drive a big ol' car (big ol' car) I love a bitch with a big ol' bra (big ol' bra) She love sucking up cum (cum) I think I'mma give her some (some) These niggaz in here think I'm a ho (I'm a ho) Cause I'm quiet and ain't on the dance flo (dance flo) But if one of 'em try me (try me) I'mma be the new ink in his diary (diary) I bet my click thicker than his (his) We gon leave him on the floor in tears (tears) Plus I got a big tone (tone) Y'all suckaz betta leave me alone (leave me alone)
<i>[Chorus - DJ Paul]</i>
<i>[Crunchy Blac]</i> I'm in the club I'm posted up A nigga talk shit so talk up If you a thug then get buck Motherfucker it's whatever with me cause I act a fool I act a clown See I can dance lil buddy I get down You hear my music you know my style You hear the way Hypnotize put it down BITCH!
<i>[Juicy J]</i> I thought you knew I was the mane (mane) D-boy off the chain (chain) Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James (James) Wit the diamonds in my rang (rang) and gold point fangs (fangs) And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change (change) Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back Looking for some chickens that can work it on the track I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack
(hey nigga get your weed, get your blow, get you drank together 'cus we 'bout ta get hiiiiiigh)
Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P)
[Juicy J] Nose all runny Found a snow bunny Take her to tha crib Make her drink cummy I'm from the hood I ain't never did this But now I can say that I done done it Cocain Blain thats my dog I called him up to house this slut We gon' fuck her in the back of da bus and fill her nose up full o' dat dust Three 6 Mafia wild on tour Wupin' these niggas and fuckin these whores In tha bathroom 'bout two whole hours Gettin' real high passed out on the floor Fuck that shit niggas on the frame Take 'em 1 on 1 back in the game back on the street back on the strip lookin' for a freak to run a train
[Cruncy Black] What you boys doin with dat weed Where you boys goin with dat shit Beggin like a little kid Give a homie a little bit I aint no shmo yeah i smoke Chiefin on dat indo dope Hypnotize betta we make chedda All the haters hit da road
Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P)
[DJ Paul] My nostrels so stopped up I can't even smell no weed smoke The green man he got locked up So i better make the best out this dro I sniff I choke I'm really enjoyin myself It might seem like i'm sick but that green man it got me out I got a couple a chocolate thangs I got me a couple a white thangs I got me a couple a chinese bitches Their pussies really side ways A gallon bag ziplocked Filled to da trim wit a pound in it Me and scarecrow gon' fuck these hoes Mound that dro and we'll hit it
[Cruncy Black] DJ Paul das my dog We break down wall like king kong When any nigga call my paddy deron We smoke some much call me chiech and chong High as a bird no like a plane It got me high im feelin it man Aint no shame in my game Give a boy that coca cain
Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P) Half on a sack or some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow Half on a sack - Half half on a sack want some blow (Bring dat dro and pleanty P)
