She's the face on the radio She's the body on the mornin' show And she's there shaking it out on the scene And she's the color of a magazine And she's
cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G's on me, than
watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on top, eh I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on
mink Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's black sheep I know it's on, if you twistin' back my pistons cap Ignore the phone, if it's your man,
' Got the spot on lock Taking flicks around the corner She made it where the spot ain't hot Like a potato, she got five-oh on the payroll They sniffin
to do some time, I'm ridin (fo'sho') It's on, you gon' be on your back I'm representin Detroit, until I die you see this D on my hat, nigga (This is
the boom boom room On trees get burned or liquor consumed You ain't really seen a color, till you seen it on shrooms Lipstick on the pale of my Pelle
'knahmean? On that A.C.G. shit, that fly Pelle Jumpin out that brand new whip on my own tip Little Dominican mami you feel me? It's Coca, Krillz! J.O.S
's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back Ah dios mios when I smack that ass It's that, pimped out demeanor She pimped out with Senior,
The one that's rocking fresh pelle pel's Tru to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me, hell, you can tell
' bout that pistol my nigga you better draw Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's
returning, she's my baby Lei lo fa come avesse sete Now I know Sulla mia pelle lieve come neve Goodbye to misery and empty hours Faith is returning, she's
[50 Cent Insert] She so fine, shorty she so fine Shorty she so fine, shorty shorty she so fine She look good, she look good, she look good, she look good
koo, she's freakin' her fatty koo Fatty koo, she's freakin' her fatty koo Fatty koo, she's freakin' her fatty koo Fatty koo (Hey) You already know who's hot and who's
I heard you spit you like to pull shit That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit You say you bust it, that's BULLSHIT! You know the illest
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians Ten little Indian in-laws Oh no! Here comes her brother and her other brother And then there's her sister brought her aunt Essie with her And she's