and keep that oozie Holla a bay bay One eighty seven two eleven on my side of town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash im
my whip Martin but the first name Aston tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt I was young
know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill Uh, n****z won't understand 'til they man fall From a exit wound big as a handball Damn y'all, can a n****
them punch lines with a nice jab Smokin? weed on a Go-Cart at Bo Craft BC-4, straight out of low cash Low cash, low cash, W K Y A, Low cash, yeah The
Before that cha' picked up The Funkadelic 2-01 super pandama Is there another (NO!) I make condoms run for cover Hey yo, who wanna have an orgy y'all Let's see y
honey I'm 'bout to wrap you up in jewels like Egyptian mummies 'Cause when I.N.C. die they puttin' our face on money Ain't that funny? Y'all haters
blowin' 'cause she seen that knot, she 'bout to blow She blowin' 'cause she seen your flash, there they go So many y'all in one spot, she lose her mind She never seen so much cash
The lighter and the match I'm the one that's goin' to carry Jive Past N'SYNC status (I can't believe he said it) (Can't believe he said it) (I can't believe he said it) Y
better get that cash If you don't got it when I see you I'ma whip that a*** And all of you squares, that hear my flows Most of y'all b*** wouldn't make
told on twenty's, we fall out shitty So if y'all not with me Y'all see me mob with two ho's Y'all see em' slob on my knob, mobbin' my bob Y'all drivin
, F U N K, u stank Down with the P Funk, F U Down with the P Funk, F U N K (U stank) Why not? P Funk, F U N (Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank) Down with
We, we a closer to Fred and Barney Rubble So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double trouble Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz clique Some lunatics
say about you boys You better go to the store and buy some toys 'Cause you can't play this game Next time you hear grown folks talking, shut the fuck up y
get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them From N.Y
in this year raise it bigga Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up And take notice, Na Na take over y'all take quotas, to hit papa Straight out the gate y
sold your dreams, you don't know who did it i treat the cash, the way the government treats aids I won't be satisfied til all my n-ggas get it I need
Big C-Style and Meech, made to be Shine Dogg gettin' super-high, lit, lifeline high Soopa-doopa high with Soopa-doopa-fly I'll put ya in the mix, I ain't with that Kibbles-N
chest [Eminem] I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T [Eminem] Put this CD in and you'll see The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil