Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck Huh My money on a
of the district attorney Controversy Make you beg for mercy 45 where niggas will rob you for ya jersey Ariberdiheri All my shots be fatal Little pigs coffin my hands to my
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my
south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up, bitch, ah, what's up, ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my
me '69 Cutlass wit the bucket seats Beat in my trunk ballin' just for the freaks Catch me in the hood, posted at the store P***** in my lap on the phone
pum-pum pumpin' My niggaz flip birds, yo' niggaz flip burgers My niggaz got work, yo' niggaz just workers My niggaz we get heard, yo' niggaz is unheard of My
Consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (Ohh ohh) Na na na na na na na na (What
all the haters and hood-rats want to attack And when the park close we hit the liquor store For a box of sitches and a fifth of yak South on the corner
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood Like everybody from the hood is up to no good You think all the girls around here are trickin' Up there lookin
boys made it (Dumb, dumb) Hey, gonna break ya ankles We be the shit out of me Gonna break ya ankles This a boy, this thang slap I brought the whole hood
Kapone] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm da mayn! [3X] [E-40] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick
, kids guard their crop with a slug gun, From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run, So quick, there's kids in the park waiting, These are my poison
you eyeing me What dog, it's inside me I blame my shit on society Stackin' money inside of me Where the fuck is my niggas at? (Right here) Where the fuck is my
Jaz bum ass Hip hop helped me wash my rocks These other rappers couldn't wash my socks That's why I took the number one slot The realest shit in rap comes from my
Goodnight Atlanta and Macon and Jacksonville. Live from high atop the hood of my car. I'm signing off, sweet dreams baby, wherever you are Live from high atop the hood of my
' up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Lookin' good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man, it looked just like the Batmobile With my