the place that I call home is the Wall from Philadelphia, the room Picture me ay entrepenuer with my nigga D-A Rockin tours and we still young boys They
brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the boys
skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys
the ville where the police know the heat blow alot Like a beach, know it's hot niggas laid out Call them fake niggs center fielders cuz they played out Watch our boys
The opposite of the apocalypse comin to popular Wanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia numbers, each quarter like the Beach Boys
fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, dont settle
Nigga when that heat is bustin' off And the ambulance come and rush you off And the witness like, "We don't know dem boys" Me and my niggaz goin' hey
, call me 'Little Flip' 'Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little And you best be knowin', pussy still
, livin in tenements Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my divi-dends be the new
be involved, better be aware Ticky Diamondz got women everywhere Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare Got you on the beach
in the real world, like at the beach I see you at the beach bitch, wearing your thong bikini You one of those bitch beaches, your one of them beaches
some years down the line When the boys touched the nation, unaware at the time I got to go to Texas, California, New York too A farm boy who is thankful to be
P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth.. Don't trust them when this sun drought.. cause them boys will take you out [Master P] Nigga
on the dock wit cubans Betta than cop platoona watch me move em Rick Ross cool still spittin the hot Had the coup four months still missin the top before we leave the beach
, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds I contradict what ever the government says For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed They still thinkin
in Cleveland, I'm f*** wit' X It's been 'bout 5 years, he still holdin' my tech I be in the gun range like everyday You better pray no drama ever come
like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to