favorite suit like I was asshole naked Now fake it till you make it or take it nigga [Hook] [D.B.A. Flip] My motions in school going through a whole
for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah
up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a
Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a
That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about
Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a fo' A knock on the do', who is
style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A
raps, or even seen it I mean it, every word a brother say Everyday a brother play, kid I politic and parley The fact is I practice Camoflauge to this R & B
the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a
' G's We be big pimpin', on B L A D's We be big pimpin' down in P A T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B 'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin'
U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
'cause you know nothing 'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met
I push a Q-45 Infinit It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies Strictly livin' longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see but
hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a mobster If it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on) If you a fly gal get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let?s make a toast-a Let
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo Like a big fat drunk disgruntled
