dam homey (irie! ) I got em wit da clothes, I got em wit da kicks I got em wit da dough, I got em wit da whip (dat's right cuyah! ) I got em wit da threads
my backpack Next to where the Swishers at, smokin' Presidential Got some Bubba, I give ya that, need it for my cataracts Four ho's and I'm the pimp my Cadillac You can tell 'em
me I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status I got Big Dogg
me I got Big Dogg status, I got Big Dogg status I got Big Dogg status, I got Big Dogg status I got Big Dogg status, I got Big Dogg status I got Big
Rambo They hot since 138th had that [unverified] Young Buck, dumb fuck Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg I got
I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be outlaws [verse 4 - fatal] Vocally undestructible Your crew ain't got enough
, MH (No no no, jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah) I'm having fun man (Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah) Scram, we got 'em, this is so sick
dey at, dirty? Dawg, it's a mystery, how we drop one single Left the game now the whole world miss me Freak, this bitch like home girl Missy Like I'm sellin' liquor, got
dad see They think they doin it but I'ma out do 'em If you kno somebody like that pull up and say to 'em [Chorus: J.D. & J-Kwon] [J.D] Ye ain't
slash ALCOHOL And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down And piss on them haters J-
't retire! Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes When I was broke, I used to sell em
too far removed from the hobos Tryin' to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no Bubba K done got in the zone boy That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your
'em on niggas Show some love or you will meet then chrome triggers We smoking buds, sippin' sizerp and poppin' pills Gimme some work, come on through, we got
so blue Thanks to Paul Wall You already know I got love for ya bro My cup empty yo cup, if you less pour some mo' My nigga T-Faris and J-Dawg And even
walk, it's real With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome 300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost
ain't got it (ye ain't got it) You don't keep it thuggin' like I keep it thuggin' Lil buddy you ain't fresh azimiz [J-KWON] Ye ain't big (big) whipping
