booties and tits We the OPM clique and that's how we roll Now get some education from my man Shakey-Lo Now Captain Morgan was a pirate dude He used to jack mother-fuckers and act real rude As a real
that why? Oh no diggidy do that tho I'm MC so and so where's my ringtone tho See that ain't gonna cut it long as I'm around That goes for every person
rope & a chair & gasoline! Lench Mob is a friend of mine, But you talk about them niggaz from behind. You know what the Hossack(sp) is, O'Shea? A motherfucking pig that
is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
tonight, Give you the time of your life, The after party is back at my house, my house! I've got a present for you, It's waiting up in my room, But I
my P.O. I need some M-O N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep The best time to catch a
and check a movie or some shit like that I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper Then one week
End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood It don't matter where you from, if you real it
cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy The feds tried to confiscate my 'llac and my Benzy Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey And one of my workers
the lake, five-oh jacking fool, that's a mistake I'm just going to stick to the strip and drink that Carlo Rossi Rhine In the O-A-K, where we chill and
look at that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun, that
s the same ol' shit "This type o' shit it happends every day" "This type o' shit it happends every day" "This type o' shit it happends every day" "This type o
price to pay That's real, you bitches, fuck hoes mayn They got all off crack, tryin to make you scratch That's realer than real, shots to that nigga
em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin over dead people It's like that, and
of them 'O's is like sugar, and no smack How is it that a brutha always wanna keep another one back? How is it that a brutha always wanna keep another one