brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that top pulled down and that radio 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 that top pulled down and that radio on baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of
use to think we retarded And slow as hell but well well Look now we regarded as the nigg's I fuck with non-rappin nigg's, non-clappin nigg's Nigg's is
Round here they call me independie Cause of how independent my pen be Movin on that paper, movin that paper Uhh, uhh, round here, here, here Round here they call me
barkin thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany got that boy Joe thinkin
been on 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
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a
girls that'll love to replace you Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back Cats talk slick, we never mind that Funny never find that Puff a dimestack Write hot stuff that
getting buffer Im Benching 180 and that's just wit one muscle I see dudes trying to act like me Be like me Dawg even dress like me (NO) You're not me
scarred, I'm a sweat that weave Now you can't drive, it's too much speed Just sit back and enjoy that breeze In the whip today but not tomorrow That's
benching 180 and that's just wit one muscle I see dudes trying to act like me, be like me Dawg even dress like me, no You're not me and there won't
Jim's the rider of riders, J R's the writer of writers Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire I'm the supplier, baffled that's the hustler
s Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard sat on Santa's lap and showed him some crack and told him for Christmas all I want is coke that comes back something
boys dream Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up Tell them boys to keep running that shit out
'm the dude responsible Say, I can be in the hood sippin' yacht with my boys At the keg parties with the white boys At the beach with the surfers in
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 ya *** for not bringin
speak And if all you see is America's next freak Take me home, take me home, take me home This one's for America's teens And the beach boys rockin' in