WATS IN MY POCKET DAWG? BIG FACE HUNDREDS I WAS AT THE MALL I BOUGHT EVERYTHING DAT I WANTED OK OK DIS IS HOW IT GOES I GOT PLENY MONEY OK OK U GOT
Translation: Asgard. Manibus Date Lilia Plenis.
Yeah, this is goin' out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' that hustlin' game To the
I just flew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty pretty But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks
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Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh, lock your windows, close your doors. Biggie smalls, huh, yeah My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned
Well, I run through the kitchen, looked in the paper Said, oh God almighty, mama, there it says, a gator Come on, come on Every other day, I got a gator
Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherfucking house Telling y'all niggas about that loot Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know? Do
Standing on the side of the road near the overpass With a sign around his neck that says 'Car wash, free balloons', he's a clown in broad daylight He
'Cause you are there in my dreams And in my days like you've always been I've got a river of kin, a footbridge of neighbors The rest of my little world
Who makes the loot? Grand Puba Who makes the loot? Who makes the loot? Grand Puba Well, who makes the loot? Bust it Goodness grief, let me lighten up
Like a master of disguise in a torn-up old dress, I've been hiding in plain sight, and making a mess, Bring me back my heart, put it on a stick I am ready
holy church it's you we hail feed us on our holy trail give us gold and holy food Jesus Christ we praise our loot could be words in mind and head wishing
I'm just a smile away from cryin' whenever I'm this close to you Just a touch away from heartache just an arm's lenght from you I'm just a step away from
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Well, there's no loot, there's no booze, and it's no fun Well, there's no loot, there's no booze, and it's no fun Well, there's no loot, there's no booze
What ever happened to predictibility? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. Everywhere you look , everywhere you go (there's a heart). There's
[Chorus:] I gotta get it is ya with me I'm gone get nigga I'm a hit it tell me if u with me I'm gone get it nigga I'm a hit it nigga we can split it I