cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese
gun shots Got the models balkin', did it all with one watch I hit a lot markets, start 'em off with one block People love the product, so my people come
you just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
bird murderer You think you're better than me I never heard of ya I'm evil I will fill your cheese balls with weevils I poop on people And I blame
to put on my own pants But I'm a genius in France, genius in France, genius in France Hoom chaka laka Hoom chaka laka Hoom chaka I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of Three sixty-five out of all the round trees They'll be Japanese, Majesty's corruptin' record companies Nigga, jump for cheese
, nig never been known to play with Can't none of y'all see so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit, uh-uh With all your people hatin' people hatin
yeah.] Though people comin' around, we gon' thug. So where the thugs at? Gimme some of that ghetto love [ghettp love]. Krayzie: Street people [people]: All my people
finish, I gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow my profits seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I gotta clock cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas
mo cheese 'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave (No) Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn 'em at a thousand degrees And Lord please let me make mo cheese
yours so prepare and beware Money makes the world go round for some niggers Money makes the world kill all niggers quicker It's real, the haps, the cheese
See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for They wanna take this from us why 'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn
meetin' wit new people (Go gangsta) See it's hard gettin' good, easy to do evil (Go gangsta) And I ain't really into meetin' wit new people See it's
Chuck Inglish: Yeah And it's fallin off the side like back fat Givin girls rides to the crib not a rat trap Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps I want all
Uh, Soulja Boy Tellem, uh I love females who like to wear their toes out, Call me a fire hydrants, i bring them hoes out, I got a lot of people want whats
me And gave me something true Hey girl, you've lucked out All the other girls they can only stare That boy, he's so beautiful Sleeping in the chair People