gotta do it big Louis on every bag, bitches I keep it fly We don't need a see the tag, we just see it and then we cop Balling out of control, put it out
oaktown, straight eastside I got all my game from east oakland streets Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks I go on and on as I sing my song If
tramp. Yeah! Whoooooo! [Verse 1 - Royce] Fuck is wrong with you? Go ahead and inform your crew That I can end your career in less than a song or two
Like Langston Dreads Down My Back Like I Come Straight From Kingston But I Come From Hollygrove 17 Danger Zone So Many C Notes I Can Sing A Song T-Top
(Spoken): We can step it up just a little bit of a notch. We can step it up I think. And I want you to sing along. To every song that I sing that you
swagged out w/ my tags out with my tags out) Oh you think you getting? Oh you swagged out you think you bad now You getting swagged out just with you're tags out
to my song Check it, my niggas organize, analyze the teamwork And how a bad shorty rockin' that rah digga T-shirt And keep it goin' while you tag along
Heads high Ready to rock Do you want What we got Tag along Crank it up Sing the song you know it don't stop Yo my man get behind the wheel it's time
shit, my middle name is methadone. so, let's do this quick so no one will ever know. mc nice got more ice than a fuckin' eskimo. he's not whack nickleback singing songs
WHEN YOU'RE WRONG 'CAUSE I'VE BEEN DOING THIS TOO DOGGONE LONG YOU CAN SING IT IF YOU WANNA BUT, IT'S STILL MY DOGGONE SONG TAG ON OUT: NO, YOU CAN'T
Master p singing: Tru niggas love weed and hoes Silkk talking: Yeah nigga Shit's real in the streets. Shit's real in the city. Everybody out there.
I want to cry see we love ya'll mother fuckers so much we dedicate our lives Family unity wit diversity and individuality so fuck popularity Your the reazon that we sing this song
Polish the runners shine Rudolph's nose tighten the harness brush off the snow We love to sing our little working songs wish that we could tag along
Working class hero? No such thing Put on your Martens. you still can't sing No organised class, it's out of control Your mates are so young, you feel
the runners, shine Rudolph's nose Tighten the harness, brush off the snow We'd love to sing our little working songs, Wish that we could tag along Just
Polish the runners, shine Rudolph's nose Tighten the harness, brush off the snow We'd love to sing our little working songs, Wish that we could tag along
whit The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Playin' tag with body bag, bullets and bloody rag And did you put the dodge on the toe tag
?" Ha ha ha, I had to laugh She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed "What's the name of that song you sing