silver moon We'll sing the same old songs, just like we used to do All she wanted were the nights she gave up I fell in love but she'd had enough Cause all she
(this right here goes out to all my west side queens bait area. los angies,sandy angeio, san hosea, matter fac' the whole mutherfuckin' west coast
, really, really, do, do, do, do, hey Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing all right
to my niggas all on and ima get you repeat chorus verse 1800 im blunted for show snoop d.o. dub im higher than a mug cameras goin off all the chickens want
its all good. we both gone eat, me and jeezy. ridin down the highway. 45 on the side me(boom boom) bad chick on the side me (ooh ooh) she roller coaster
up Rover But awaiting your return, I need that loving Sometimes teardrops come with moans, and loves run down our faces She can?t stop she?s in this place where she get all
' for a guy like me So I said hold on, "I don't want Unless Shorty really wanna have some fun" Then she said that you told her I was what you want When
shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches
right She like to play 'Hard To Get' She don't wanna dance, she wants some hard *** Well, give her what she wants Stick it in the *** an' watch her
yo' mind to it, makin' money ain't nothin' I flip the script, came with this nation-wide shit All I get is love, so that's all you gonna get Out here
that rap Oh yes baby, I'm the most Sir Too Short from the West Coast My rap don't stop, it never could I'm known all in your neighborhood As an MC rapper, right
, black TV I've even got a silk black suit Dangerous music, and a dangerous crew Oakland, California, and the Playboy too West coast rappin' all over the place Too short, baby, all
at your face and then squeeze the trigger Can you hang with a freaky ass nigger She took it all, had a ball She got nothing but a party y'all So all
, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys Ask 'em who do they love and they all
me realize I need 'em I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions I know what police want, I feel 'em I'm always ballin' right there
share with your neighbor Some like the Sour D, that's an east coast swing But on the west coast we all know KUSH is queen Some of y'all will smoke anything
In the name of the streets I told a woman I don't love her but she wants to go I told another that I want her but she wants to hoe I ain't a hater,