cop Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain
We do it for fun, we just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T, we do it for fun Bad Boy, we do it for fun (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee, this is history, baby) Bend
touchin' dice. Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter... D'Shawn the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E
and drank brew Now niggas mad because I'm gone, bonjour Stupid niggas you never see me 'cause I'm on tour Stacking cash and smacking asses with the
you act rich with no cash on the bigger label Your tri state ways are shut down by barricades In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40 Mac Mall
up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??) Where
better watch me, I'm comin' smebbin' Say hoe, you got your E's mixed up What the fuck you mackin' for, uh bitch? You got your E's mixed up Always pitched
dough from doin' shows I made more dough on the grind than goin' gold That's why I stay fly an' I'm flagin' on hoes Floss is so cool, in Austin, no shoes Just a rubber band
B double, E double R U N beer run B double, E double R U N beer run All we need is a ten and fiver A car and key and a sober driver B double, E double
python I'ma do you wrong Any emcee, who you wanna name? I want pain that I can be tamed Talkin' 'bout guns, punk, it don't alarm me Got enough cash
rolled then here come the hoes In the G-string panties and the sexy clothes Snow white powda jets across the dash It's all about dope man plenty of cash
girl let me know Cuz I got long bread shawty I got long bread shawty And you can leave your luggage Baby it can stay Cuz we gon cope new gear n e way
t know about all that) Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!) Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright
don't play young nigga Remember me from back in the day young nigga One more thing, fuck what you done heard 'bout Atlanta We finna break the standards, rubber bands
ich fresse eure Kugeln und die Kids suchen meine Texte jetzt bei Google. Mama weint, denn die Bullen klingeln an der Tur, Ersguterjunge wie ich meine Bande
[Nelly] (P. Diddy) We do it for fun We just do it for fun Dirty E.A.T We do it for fun Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee) We do it for fun (This is history
hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest Fell this so all the envious hear this I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (Why E?) 'Cuz I'm
