Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [x3] Met Her Down At The Mall Me And Boochie Copin Gucci Boochie Dats My Road Dawg Flippin Chickens For The Sushi Musta Been A Freak Alone
beamer Settin' up shop in the suburbs I'm gettin' that white cream that Noxema I'm good at duckin' the cops subpoena Cats is shook when alone but come
danced to your songs we liked you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt your pride dawg
Damn... I don't do this for fun man It's my job, dawg All you see is the videos and the rings and the watch And the bracelet, and chains And you know,
all alone, Put down my micraphone, Time to goooo...... [Chorus] ["Dirty!" in background] Home, where, cotton grows, And them gangstas rool, On them white
mo' It's G, so I floss all alone in the galaxy, guess the devil lost! I make my money legal Now I can preach, dawg And I don't steal nothing, don't
me, dawg... "What's with the dreads? You might be wanting to mind ya bidness there, yellow man." Man fuck you nigga! Young nigga to the hood, dawg.
Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the trunk Back up in the city with some skeezers in the trunk I ain't a player but I do my dirt, dawg Drop top '
would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing left but ur word
for my daughter and son You know the Devil, he's been doin' us wrong And I love both of my kids, but they momma can't raise 'em alone (Children hold
was runnin? with done left ?em alone Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone Aye, dawg, it?s a lot of good motherfuckin? niggas locked up, dawg
" Game All I do is stack Like what? A motherfuckin' mack My Copue DeVille is all white Yes, bitch, it's hella tight Crush blue velvet, gameless game White on white
beamer Settin up shop in the suburbs, I'm gettin that white cream that Noxema I'm good at duckin the cops subpoena Cats is shook when alone but come
to quit but you addicted Ain't it fucked up it ain't neva da mayne who fuck up everything Jus talked to my dawg he wrote a letter mayne He like dawg
rented See the 4-5 infinite caucasian white tinted Eyes lookin squinted they can't tell me that it didn't Pop eyes like the bald white guy that liked
th Dawg Nigga we got a missle to haul off the shotty guns And a barreled sawed-off And all the body bags come with the white chalk Nigga while you
If at one time you could look into my mind When I close my eyes and remember them times No gas, had a hot plate heat our dinners No cash, most nights ate sleep for dinner Welfare and white