dessert, get that man you deserve It's Kanye's workout plan I said it's Kanye's workout plan Ladies and gentlemen (It's Kanye's workout plan) Allow
back, and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him,
Cry in vain 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 (Go, Go) 'Cause of the words that I wrote I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope 'Cause of the words that
5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north And they whole city from the Westside [Verse 5
10, 9, 8, 7, 6 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Never scared to be different The impossible's put into existence For instance, this is me What did you expect from the 5
got off a flight But that don't stop me, who? Not me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes O
? line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated! line 5, Puff: Why they hate us? line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies? line 7, Puff: Say what? line 8, Puff: Yeah
out And found taped up (Interlude) (Shaquille O'Neal & K-Raw) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 tick, tick, tick BOOM Y'all gon mess with me for the last time It's
me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin
the tree for me A '98 convertible, light blue I'm looking for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight... Verse 7: Fredro Starr It's the
the Z Hot shit from B Sig consecutively 1, 2, Freeway's comin' for yo' ass 3, 4, you better watch yo' stash 5, 6, have you duckin' from dem clips 7, 8
I could've sworn you knew that AC's having a rap sale You wanna buy 1 or 2 Or 3 or 4 or 5, or 6 or 7 or 8 Or 9 or 10 or 11, or 12 or 13 or 14? 'Cause
Orale pues it's me 3 The L-I-L R-O-B 4 The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD 5 San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit 6
dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5
and no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck
# 6 Caller: R.A. ? Mmm... ? Heard his label drop him, guy's a loser # 7 Caller: Yo anybody seen that guy R.A. around, heard he's fuckin broke # 8 Caller
you going to get fucked up It's kill or be killed Get buck or get fucked up, nigga 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time Follow my, ghetto commandments
to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5-6-1-6 Highland feeling