Swishahouse, baby, that's my crew, roll wit us or you'll get ran through We loved by few and still true, let me tell y'all just what it do So if you lookin' for me
this hoodie Uh, yeah, uh, uh, let's get it Oh, Omarion, yeah, uh, yeah With my hoodie on With my hoodie on With my hoodie on See the money, see the cars
the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don't mean palm trees want green? niggas meet me at the bar bitches valet cars and come
tha streets niggas back to stealin cars. O.G. told me how this shit would unfold if I eva got tha money and tha cars and clothes. These niggas hoes
Newark, New Jersey Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up Fucked upall nightall night Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me
had corns on your finger from squeezin' a Mac too much? Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up Trippin', stole and stripped cars
involved, they be in cars That used to shoot dice in back of the M rob All praise due to them papers, got me watchin' my neighbors If I don't know you, do me
ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11 You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me I ruffryde and pop a fella for
know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang Nigga you can't fuck with me From the jump I told you I cannot be faded Never been no mystery Never took no shit and always got my thang Let me
rappers so bad lyrically it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money you can't pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamanie you
CHORUSx2: Kush got me faded, faded I?m strapped wit nuthin but babies, babies I?m flyin down 20, 20 Finna make bout 80, 80 Verse 1 A Normal day in da
the car left Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me Het wet ya, and throw the stocking On his
what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck Me? I ain't even in my prime When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines Catch me
lifetime crook All the petty crime took a toll on me I look around at my homies that's gettin' old on me But still somethin' gotta hold on me, maybe
shit, I ain't got to rhyme no more [Verse 4 - Twista] Welcome to my hood Where poor members of faculty backing me If you ever try attacking me, that
I've been given, all this models I fuck ? for my ? and money 23, I'm the shit now, look at me, look at me I'm a ? like my nigger Rose, Shorty had me
name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me I Ruff Ryde and
that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with me Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with me My niggaz is real they all'll see the judge with me