and the boys Hit me, you gotta hit the band Swing low, time to move on Light years in time, ahead of our time Free your mind and come fly With me, it
truck like a trophy Niggas still sleepin' like I'm Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie It's cool I stay low key, keep a low pro Come out crushin'
doubt) these niggaz is jerks [Pharrell] If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper So if ya hit
The Lights Low She Good Man High Pro Nitro Always Give Me What I Desire All Night Long Never Get Tired Its That Fire Its That Flame Hit That One Time
on my arm when I come through bladed all popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit,
blow smoke on a hater like you [Hook] [Mike Jones] Makin money is all I know 24's is all I roll killa dro that's all I blow in the lime light I shine
time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy Oooh, I almost forgot to blow the candles out 'Cause I don't really want to fall asleep and light this house
Good), they all from around the wayyyyy (Good), hey there, (good), look at you (Good), me, I'm just passing byyyyyyy (Good), look at her, (good), time
all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
I'm so hood) Yeah, yo my P O, y'all can tell I said it Fine lady, she won't have to come cash me *** test me all you want, I'ma smoke when I'm ready Pants
(I am the champion) I am the champion (I am the champion) [Verse 1] Okay Bob hit the stage now Lights and cameras on Yes I'm givin them want they want
to forget That's something I'll never permit When I feel my eye twitch things happen And my voice start speaking a diffrent pitch Trying to keep things low-low
man so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light blue
wanna know if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere
if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere Number one
, hit the dust to spit shit murderous, huh Now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all And if I have to kill 'em all, I shall One two y'
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands All my bitches