Teen drinking, is very bad Yo, I got a fake I.D. though Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yo, two step wit' me, two step wit' me One, here comes the two to the three to
way to six Stick my tongue in ya ear and set the mood right Hit the balcony and grind you in the moonlight You horny off the gentle breeze before we're off of six
with a short chicken head in blue shades 'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game Ridin' through your block with six
fool better ask Aiyyo-yo you better pass that blunt And yo E, we comin' to you live with the Cosmic type stuff Well, it's that brother coming six billion
to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street I
[Missy] Yeahhayyy, yeahhh [Havoc] Yeah, uh-huh [Missy] Yah.. [Missy] Yeahhayyy, yeahhayyy! [Havoc] Yeah.. fo' sho' [Missy] Yeahh! Yah.. [Missy] Mmmm-mmm
, six shows Six checks, each one, six O's Six broads to choose, they six pros Light-skinned Asian bitches with pink toes Girls, girls, fly girls, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a Midwest thang y'all And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang
Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin', Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin' a killin' man, went
live the pimp life Come talk a walk up in my shoes, pay a couple of my dues Roll my boulevard on trues, while your lady sings the blues Got everythang
what, what? wha', what, what? Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz! (Yeahhhh) Short Dawg! (YeahHHH) Once again at yo' ass (YEAHHHH!) Bitch!! (Yeah
You can blow after, it's all me now It's all me time, it's all me in my prime And only I can take my shine Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You can say I made
Talk tough but you ain't got no bottle Get strangled get hold get throttled Dizzee come old school like Aristotle Blue bottle flying about with six holes
ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know
10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch, with a money pit You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six
I wanted to kill you it would've already been done Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her With sixty six inches of extension cord Yeah baby, do
'Cause I'm a drama setter Yeah, nigga thank you, Marshall, no problem We don't stop, save the best for the last Talk of New York, thoughts of a Predicate Felon Blue