go man, watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, go and get me some break em off with my palm, I gots to come through and I gots to get
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, hey,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They
Wall Street, Beach Street, Gregg Street That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper You'll get ripped apart, that's it with
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with
waggy That keep cats saggy, roll with P-Daddy Come be one of baggy, girls be one to stab me I be more than gladly to tell a foe Yo, you ain't offendin' me
, baby feeling me Feel like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up In the club doing stacks where a ceiling be Do it well, ask LL dog feeling me Dudes not feeling me
Let me fuck a famous hoe one night I'll post the video up on our web site (Hehhe) me an shaggy might sit with the stars But my boys are out back break
pot with cocoa to the block with cocoa To gettin' locked, catchin' a charge dealin' wit the cops with cocoa Now I'm just hot like cocoa You can catch me
a part of my life since I was chupando tete I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts to fucking dope hoes and houses with beach
bottom to the top They want me to stop 'cause I been goin' hard on them lately And I feel raisin' my right hand sayin', "Motherf***, don't make me Slap
to go to college Do you like reggae? I love reggae On Tuesday night I like to go to trivia So that it's your night to go out with the boys And then you
vibrations Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda Help me
, yeah It's just the good old boy in me Drinking whiskey down by the creek, it's one hell of a life I got my girl and my boys with me Getting stoned down on the beach
What good are you With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room? What good? What good are you With your cynical plague and your Arlington tomb? Go ask Hunter Thompson Go
with, you They can go with them, do what they want Where are we gonna go with you? No matter what they say or what they do Where are we gonna go with
clue --spoken: "now here comes the big ones. relationships! we all got 'em, we All want 'em. what do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya.&