still messin with that dude? (Umm kinda sorta, we off and on.) I think I'm kinda in the same boat as you. [Mo B. Dick] Sometimes I don't know why I just
the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect The hate in your face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama
-zags A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet (Pickled pigs feet) Shit I gotta do as much fuckin' and partyin' as I can I gotta go turn myself in
in the hood, no heat cold nights No gas no lights, a ghetto low life So my flow twice as strong, from the memories I remember when my closest homies, turned
-Zags a hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet) Shit I gotta do as much fuckin and partyin as I can I gotta go turn myself in next
Girbauds no mo' Take that shit back; baby have a six pack I cant even say no more, where my dick at? Hook: [James Debarge] As we mooove toward the
wonder, "How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?" No, I really wish a nigga would turn
to leave rappers in a coma So faggotts stop the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect The hate in your face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo
out fuckin new r and b bitches I know at least 3 chics I get for they g bricks Turn they little ass out shine up on they remix Drivin in they B6 all decked
need to stop starin' As you peekin' I'm speakin' I'm seein' You need to lose what you wearin' Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron [B-Legit] Girl I'ma
Zags a hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet) Shit I gotta do as much fuckin and partyin as I can I gotta go turn myself in next
it on [Ghetto Twiinz] You bout that gangsta shit [G-Mone] That gangsta shit [Ghetto Twiinz] We bout that gangsta shit [Ghetto Twiinz & G-Mone] We gangstas Nigga [Verse 2:] [Ghetto
Some say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never know, When it's gon be yo time. [Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick, O'dell] Sittin at the ghetto
