city Doin' one fifty-five Better late than never I'm more dead than alive We can find the Titanic Put a man on the moon But man we can't fix our backyard Man
around the corner,.. run around the corner Run around the corner, run around the corner Cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them
we ready to attack. And ain't no backin down. We go pound for pound. Round for round. We knock em down. Now if you think you got them hands. And nigga
South With my nuts in my hand It's the Swish a House, the third coast The state of Texas that's my land Who's the man that's in demand It's Paul Wall
Give it up for (x2) Go (x4) Give it up for (x2) Ben J Okay little homies trynaa?? diss and I dona??t know why, so Ia??m have to let them know who
man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand 'round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda man Still 'bout my money Nigga, fuck another man I'm on
let it rain on the block And all they got to say is it's a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted Numbers unlisted, stayed in third
kind of favor Ms. Parker Third grade, I switched schools, then my teacher was a dude He taught me how to pimp the teachers into breakin' the rules, sho My Fourth grade teacher Man
a nice lil' girl right there witcha, too. She hot, man. Where y'all from, you from Detroit? Heard that man, yo, welcome to the South dawg. Them, yo, man them
make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man
fat from the work of my MP-60 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
{Man to tell you the truth, I just don't wanna go to the club Me too, Long time I C'mon!} Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! This is truly an
hate hangle with weights found in the lake I'm off the chain my man you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught a fates Third you
It's a Midwest thang y'all And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang
the court Lookin' for that dope Kickin' in your door Tyin' up your hoe And break the bitches up - run 'em in the cut I don't give a fuck - if them people
Chorus Bridge (Sevan): repeat 2X You want me to be your thug And I really want to show you love Third Verse (Pimpstress): Behind a good woman, a real man
like L.A. Reed (Bitch) Sick individual, this here be the Southwest Coast Eastcoast material Erick Sermon, that's what I said man Fuck with Short and I and be a dead man