my moms gave that first push Thank God for my life, I came through the room Until the evil of part two, when God gave me a sequel Rags to royal, Momma
m the nicest guy you're ever gonna meet Tell me what you want, I'll make your life complete She said, I always wanted to be a ho I always wanted to
Hell, I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight You've got to feel it Aw, you soundin' good They say we can't be livin' like this
to the bottom of the heap? I don?t recall you mentioning the boss is such a creep We'll have the ingredients to make this summer sweet Well, I got rags
is green And the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home I want to go I want to know Oh, won't you please take me home I want to see Oh,
I was born in a flatland, USA And all my dreams led me to L.A. Another chase of rags to riches I learned to throw some fancy pitches I found out what
use Holdin' me down, girl stick around And baby, remember It's my life and I'll do what I want It's my mind and I'll think like I want Show me I'm wrong
of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job No colors or rags, just guns
you lost Into the palace or up on the cross Into the gravy or into the ground We just don't want you around, sucker What we want, they'll never get Rags
from the hood, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You want beef I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So you tried to front
quot;got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun") And when I see you i'ma take what I want So you tried to front,
my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough
I gotta do in this game I started small time, dope game, cocaine I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch I went from rags to riches and
man ain't popping his eyes, he's a loser! take ya home, we fool around, rub all your body, then i'll let you down! me want you, you want me, like your
going to pull your hair More than just a toy in a patched blue suit Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you But your momma thought there was something wrong Didn't want
it's a big deal [Baby] Mama on everything (oh yeah) God bless the day and the 20 inches Came around the corner with the slab on rags (alright) Think
beats thumping hella-hard with my top down Drop the top Just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts Gittin' freaky in the right situations You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation To git pussy when you want 'n how you want