in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt? I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust Your monkey ass off, then I just crush on the hush, hush So,
, everybody get up I just want to jam 4 you I just want to jam 4 you, get on up "Get down, get down, on down", like James Brown plus I get down But for
gat Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes, we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin? somewhere down
show love Can't fuck with us, pimp, player, gangster or thug Yo, I'm Too Short to bitches, fuckin' with Poppalicious Nore holdin' it down an' bust biscuits New York crime scene, things get
Jed don't mind, we don't mind But if you scared, get on from here 'Cuz frankly dear, we don't need your kind Hey Betty, Betty, hush your mouth, let
't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy And me and Bubba get
bottle my style and sell it to somebody It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the ship
get money, got get a lot of ho No less than a G for the show Ain't got no buff or I'll hang dudes Who think I hang wit da low I get round all ways in
my watch tryin' to wind up on me, I was like I ain't got time to waste, Get it, I ain't got time to waste Get it, Try and get hype in my face, Regreit
how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no telephone But when we walk down the street people get
Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da Verse 1 I got 36 ounces Fish Scale Entree Newspaper on the floor I break it down bag it up Hit the
to quote some shit I wrote You try to play me like a kid and I'll shove a doll down your fucking throat You see me coming, start ducking down When I speak
now! (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 4x) Bring me on some happy shit, I turn this bitch into Happy Land Burn it down, call
silence is screwed in front of the .9 Ruger Quietly shootin' what'll hush y'all I will leave you lyin' down in a street Everything around you will be dyin' down
I know my streets, I know my sounds Y'all know my beats, how I get down I take my steps, and leaps and bounds Nigga it's, hip hop Yeah, yeah, we started
playa, all about my hustle Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle If you got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hush 'Cause boys wet up on that
, LA, VA to Queens The I 95, now we hit the Philippines But now it's different, we gotta stay sober Yo, communicate, startech, Motorola Keep it on the hush hush
Go half on this lamp down in baghdad Flippin like a mex tab Get money like an a-rab The type niggas snapped Six legs on the crab Now, hush, who wanna