the hooptie Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck
battles'll get your girlies in the mood Sucker MC's really make me sick I'm so bad, I can suck my own {dick} If you go to your girl's house and I'm there
(T. Drummond/R. Cooder) (C#7) Well, did you hear the good news ? There's gonna be some bad blues Somebody said they're playing all night long So
away I almost had 'em shook Til this girl walked by something said not to look But I thought what the heck a little peek can't hurt But she made me miss
a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
State 20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the charm, and I done cop from every damn haze spot on Autobomb Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free, out of everything
coppers Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know they can call on me for anything (I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything
going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now [
but you won't get a cent from me But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Lil' Boosie] Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls
a couple a girls You find a brotha runnin up in the girls I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls I get late - think
me in the hoop Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out
't matter; man the kids is our future, people need to start waking up... And realize what's really going on Cause everything ain't all good, it's really
when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep But if a ricochet hit you, you better pop yo' heat Yeah you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
tear Fifth Ave up She might cop female 'Gators Bad thing's the homie gonna spend her like Spreewells later Now everything is messed up (yeah) You wanna
it STP (refrain, both parts done simultaneously) Going to the country where everything's free Going to the country, and you can't catch me I can't stand that bad
