lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina I heard the
I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man Project ain't a duck man, see I know waz up man Get
in and out thats why I barely hear ya I be goin' in and out just like a robberia I'm tryna take this money like robbin Gia Then i'mma take you to my house
out and I'm probably gonna catch a brick Brick on top of brick, we'll build a house Tell whoever said that, I'm still filled with doubt Told me I'm in
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I
bullet in my fo,fo I gotta stand it's turnin to a jungle (green bay) Comin out a 4-door benz and I spend a lot for show No no don't spend a lot contend
.L.A L.A.T.I.F.A.H in command Give it to 'em Queen L.A L.A L.A.T.I.F.A.H in command L.A L.A L.A.T.I.F.A.H in command
sixty-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I
dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I
me nigga, I stay up in the cut Every chance I get I get way up in a slut Every once in a while I gotta touch a nigga up So I hit the bomb and split ya
niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get
give me chills Long pants, no creases, with a low shirt I know you heard about my Cali No dirt, fools untook your tally Fools done took a wiz Now you