Yes, running heavy Back like 8 track, woo We always step to the stress with much finesse Flip first to the sweatin', you're my second guess We double
get a wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys, they like
the mirror, check no liar still like that butterfly like Mariah show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like
go long, You feel that? We get that, We in that, we run that, we bus' back, We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more, Back for more.. [Verse 8
Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin', you done already told his punk ass twice D E R R T Y (We back, we back, we back) We all we
, who's on this track, and in fact I'm out with no doubt, peace and it's like that To all my fellas, I got your back (I got your back) If you didn't
would u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life on the line with me hit the dough track? (dough track
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll
to match Bust off quick, and then, guns go back [Superb] I move like Arthur Ash against God 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cypher's a heated discussion The industry was like
ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like
! ([EM:] Whoo Whoo!) I'm high feeling like I should be higher, I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! ([EM:] Whoo! WHATTA FUCK
L new tape, they call me c-town, i snatch mics like a rebound, pack a 3 pound, thats my parogue like D Brown, I rip shows in large arenas, like the garden
And so to get it back, guess what, yall go against us I'mma die for my team, drop shines for my team Laid back, yall know the beat my glock steam Cats
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove Y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin' And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin' back like
'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em I'm not fashionable but I am international I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural Honies, keep flirtin' like
fuck around and leave your mouth Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again Act like you knew like, Toucan Sam an' 'em He eat rappers like
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove Y'all niggaz ain't gangsta til y'all ridin' and Fed's tail ya Hit a chick once and she runnin' back like
