more 'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours I
, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving Gimme, gimme my loving I need some horn, y'all Can I get some horn, y'all?
Now if I ask for four Is it possible I can get four? If I can get four I got to open the door and leave I can get four, gimme four Uh, good God Don't
to pull a hoe All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn
broom It's time for a holiday Life is a cabaret, old chum So come to the cabaret Come taste the wine Come hear the band Come blow that horn Start celebrating
I heard he got a Bentley, but I bet it ain't a Zoure She braggin' 'bout his Cadillac, bitch I got four She keep runnin' his mouth, I might go climb in four
married her Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura DOC, breakin' the sound barrier Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it Got your camp runnin', used it for
now, have a good weekend Shorty just called the boat the front seat And I think she's about to go down Four Seasons I know the horn, ain't beep for no
motherfuckin nigga Horns... Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track Locked down for
boy Yes you are, ooh baby, yeah baby What you gotta do, hey baby One, two, one, two, three, four Play your funky horn Play your funky horn Play your funky horn
baby, wrist on freeze Got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths Hot girl nigga lovin' the G Keep the work under the seat, she do it for me
on freeze got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga hot girl nigga lovin the G keep the work under the seat she do it for me take a
talkin' 'bout this black on black hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner
truck The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his head heavily The only motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy The found him slumped over the wheel, horn
, pack em in your square And little mack milk, blast the year That was bill bill, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for
are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt.. The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action Retro is my Roots for
I'm the last don and the first Went from the best to the worst So now I'm back to the best, back to the stores Back to them bricks and four-fours Back