them flames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B Ya, gotta be G's you way outta your
Money- Chorus] Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie (you know, you know, we know, we on that) stuntin like you looking like a movie (you know, you
just looking for that hook [Eminem] (Wait Dre look) Shorty I love you and you love me too we were meant to be cause shorty you love me and I love you
m lookin' sexyyy. - I'm feeli'n sexyyy. You wanna sex meee? - Then take a picture, baby text meee! You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee!
no doubt That if you need a man to make you feel secure Then baby, you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure You want money and jewels, you want clothes
you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us
, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and you can ball
hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat Prince of the coast
you know me, then you know I'm a fool If you know me, then you know I'll punish you if you fuck with the dude If you know me, then you know I'm a man
drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner, I hit the stash bloka Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neil Tat tat
stuck in another prison When you see it, you better acknowledge your all swords Blaze the green hundred fours, pull out on you, blew you for the cause
the way I'm fucking everything until I'm peeping it Why you trying to do what you already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't want to come behind
party is on top Damn, will only give the gang of B-Sound If you play on the floor and then scroll down Look at the style, let's make it a hell You're
these pieces Without it you'll be my easy prey I'll crush you, you'll pay (pay) On the street I'm the king now Tearin' money, you already know me Big-
zone off that chrome in yo residence look like im skatin,big ballin n heavy weightin the trunk rida n look at that the speaker's quakin and i aint fakin
you out there dancing Looks like you need romancing You're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you Here's something you can roll to
you walking Within the thug pit [Judge D] Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin' [Shaggy 2 Dope] At this kind of mosh pit You get your
my stank on Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame, homes, you do the same song Over and over again, you buy the game, homes Nigga, you