Lyrics:
Short Stack In My Hands

stress My mind is a terrible thing to waste No love lost I know Im going crazy I can't floss Me my lady left my homies It's all baloney just like rocking

gon' tell us Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the fire All my people in the place, just put your hands

so I can stack some g's And have nice things like cutlass on d's Fresh candy paint, chicken shit live And fuckin with this whip before I'm old enough to drive My

off my diamonds sippin' on some Pinot Noir I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill Twenty carrots thirty stacks let 'em know I'm so fo real My

all, my music is dangerous Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with Short Dawg Ahh, quick with the trig Jack be nimble I shoot like G Mob goes lifting through my

my dick while I was rappin' I just couldn't resist I couldn't hold back, I said, "Beeyatch" Game All I do is stack Like what? A motherfuckin' mack My

the yolk, plus the juice That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat Love to hold my hand

yo yo O, yo Rae I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit Paranoid as a motherfucker right now Who the fuck-- close them blinds and shit who dat

the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy, That'