a millie or more than what is you on the beat for. Detour, He poor, but he said he a D-boy. (D-boy?) All the rappers act like they need war, but when
Voice: Montgom'ry Ward sent me a bathtub and a cross-cut saw. People: O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' now Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.
they eyes on you QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash your party Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III QBC,
pass, I'ma make the cash Me, Chamille, and Magno Grind hard everyday for the cash flow I pull up in the jag slow, it's M.O.B. until I go I hit the catch
inan english translation of the texts, mail me, and maybe I'll make it. Anyway, have fun. ` E VOLA .... IN ALTO .... FINO ........ A D I O ! ! ! ! `
Cannon And His Jug Stompers JSPCD3406 Stack o' dollars Stack o' dollars Long as I am tall Hey now, mama get some Stack o' dollars Just long as I
uh-huh) Get the fuck out the motherfuckin kitchen, knamtalkinbout (getcha ass out) The boy Lil' Jon, doin this shit with my nigga T.I.! Ghet-O-Vision, Youngbloodz (Ghet-O
My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back together I'll be photo finishing in to old Cheyenne We'll here I am in Sheridan and its 9 o'clock
at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march And I'd be sick on a navy
cannons in her gut In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm Was only sixty days till all we prayed was get us home unharmed O
it was the cannon smoke some say the Northern lights, That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night, Some say it was God's spirit lookin' o
hoes that don't understand it, f**k you KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh [Big Flake] Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
girls ass (ah ah ah) Be in Huston with Flip In Memphis with 6 Atlanta T.I We handle D.I God damn I be fly Hi so Cameron D I Bye from hammers to pies
d-u-n-g-e-o-n family Merrily life is but a dream I mean a nightmare 'cos it's scarin' me but I live Gotta give one double O percent above the rest Yeah
? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
me homie the O.G. West Coast Don, I'll smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D move the 2-1
gun) (Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard, niggaz in Michigan (M.O.B, nigga, M.O