if my homies gonna ride, ya know I'm with it Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies
if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya
they gona do it till I die What I do up in the crilla for realla is my right Get the women up and flip it then stick it, it's my night Everybody lookin
i got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get in it i spit that tech shiza off to yall it's crazy, even michael jackson said "it's off the wall"
single is gay Writin' that bullshit, I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday Butter soft, sissy shit, I got the real tell it like it is pissy
flow on, double tracks and go on Switch up the beat, practice tactics girls who bore me Throw the booth hit the matress, nigga you lack this Fakin jacks
disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for action? Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who
dis game Who could it be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang Especially one who can't represent this
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael
Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic But that ain't ever happenin you can't spit it like
baby Can I get ya in my world baby? Can ya grease my Jeri curl baby? Did you flip yo' wig To let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids? That nigga old as
90% of the N.B.A. Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson, Michael and Mahaliah Jackson, Now what's that got to do with me? On the street the only thing I see is
will! Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it
on down, get on down Get on down, get on down It's going down It's going down No lights, no camera but lots of action No moonwalkin' backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael
who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson
rings than Phil Jackson told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs and her booty is why God invented my balls I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up start it
who stepped in the room Draped in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael