Boy, you know you make me float Boy, you really get me high I feel like I'm on dope 'Cause you serve me on a regular Boy, you gotta stroke Before drifting
me taste your love Honeysuckle sweet, can't stop Till I get ever drip drop on my tongue Hitting every spot of you, what you gonna do? Your body is the
straightened the perm Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn And make a movie of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
savings bonds Have the money ready, I smell something fishy Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea That's the voice
This body of God will nourish Even the poorest The most humble of servants Even the poorest The most humble of servants
be me gang We runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone That's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage Off in the rag, gettin' my serve
dunn to hell is where you be dwellin' Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin' watchin' you fall to the pave Wid me 9, milli pumpin', puttin' dem bodies
-pos chase me So me, runnin' wid me guage Bang bang put 'em in ah, coffin Buck buck droppin' them bodies Come again dumpin' them bodies Runnin' then
That the rhythm that I ride to the beat be scorchin' Like the middle of the summer, tryna sit on the porch No shade and your body be torchin' Keep my
Will.i.am We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the herb so fuck what's over there, there's a party over here/ We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the
dump chumps in the gutter pain Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies Kill 'em all,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies
drop down when I'm off the block Fuck them cops, me and Krayzie runnin' through the Boneyard, daily Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock So I can serve
y'all nothin' When I fade to black just hold it up Y'all better say that I made y'all somethin' When the shells collapse and the soul relax Lookin' down at yo' body
get dropped I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna
to get dropped, I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets Wanna
Thuggin down the double glock tryin' to get my serve on Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
all the same They willin' to serve ya mo murder, mo murder They thinkin' you tangle but when they get mangled Rip all of your soldiers scream but no body