Eighty Seven Street South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it It's like c'mon y'all get live get down Common Sense is in your town I said c
in yo' house Check the ratio of men to women And women to men when down south Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' mouth So we love that C-c
and my shoes never tied up Hardcore sh****, do it eazier than wider While you sittin', home gettin' baby mama drama Jersey, Uptown, go, pick my weed up Broke? I ain't turning your C
(So uh, breaker breaker one nine) Course, it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine, It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah
dong Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat It's the Booty Man C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time 95 South down with
when them devils want you gone you gone, tombstones and funeral homes keep yo game strong my little homie got his brains blown (POW!) ready to get yo whobang on, C
(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Concetta DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Princess Superstar
Penny But this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis
tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me I sold hella keys made hella cheese and all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a [chorus x2] you wanna beef with c
cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off It's B U N for U G K, straight up out that B A T Holdin' it down for K I M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's
To MC's, behind ropes, who had titles to claim This is hip hop (Then white takes C4, and C5, and C6) (C5, Queen E5, E5, 95, Bishop takes C4) (Masters
mc's the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we
lead it too rugged never smooth with this move as I flow on and on this track, my papes stacked in the back step up to get funk in your face '88 was Runs house, but '95
[Triple C] Big Bow, 13 motherfucker Big Bow, 13 [Triple C] Another jam from the mind of the double D I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast
Chorus] L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-
, please, don't hate us She said that she was single, yo, leave or make up, damn! I'm out in L.A. within a week Honies go to size C from an A cup V.A
!! Don't get your career ended Leave us the fuck alone, let us roc! We are Roc-Heusen, we're the R., O., C. - HOLLA! [Cam'Ron] I'm here Dame, I'm here
to roll I take a shot for my nigga, gimme two to the ribs Run a spot for my nigga while you doin' your bid Fuck a step, pop these c's gonna know who