COME ON!
Pass that blunt!
LLOYD BANK$!… WHAT?
Ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain’t ya?
Keep talkin’ and I’m a let the 40 spray paint ya
Everybody knows you’re a wanksta… “MO MONEY… IN THE BANK”!
Ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain’t ya?
Keep talkin’ and I’m a let the 40 spray paint ya
Everybody knows GOD-… you’re a wanksta… DAMN!
You want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
I’ll fuck around and put a lump on yo’ forehead – you’ll look like a unicorn. WHOOOO!
I never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on
Fame’ll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. Whoooooo!
They ain’t attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo’ Platinum Fubu
Yo’ shits weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) – the old heads dig me, (uh!)
I’ll put a hungry head in ya kidney. Whooooooo!
My uncle smokin’ dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill
But instead he trippin’
– blinkin’ his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!)
These niggas petty snitchin – ’til we see ’em
Leavin’ da crime scene with’ a whole lot of spaghetti missin’! (whao!)
We to hot to ignore us
The bitches adore us
They chew a nigga up on da tour bus. GET BACK!
Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) – hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
The whole time you thinkin’ it’s, cause you diesel! (YEAH!)
Ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain’t ya? PICK THIS RECORD!
Keep talkin’ and I’m a let the 40 spray paint ya, WHASSUP?
Everybody knows you’re a wanksta
Ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain’t ya?
Keep talkin’ and I’m a let the 40 spray paint ya, DON ROBINSON
Everybody knows you’re a wanksta
WHAT?
COME ON!
These niggas want me wet like a grimlin’, shakin’ da timlin’
When I’m around, bitches start shakin’ and tremblin’. (uh-huh!)
I like ’em Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian
Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican! Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
You won’t believe what I’m swimmin’ in
I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder – and it look like a cinnamon. (yeah!)
I can do da job betta, (uh-huh!)
These niggas ridin’ ’round crushed up in a Coop – likin’ tighter than a Bob Sleder
You a actor! – Better yet a actress!
Start beef, and do a video pumpin’ ya black fist. (YEAH!)
Dog, I’m not like a lot of heads
Trust me! I’ll put a switchblade in yo’
Nostrol like Radamez. DAMN!
And at the time a ladies man
Icey watch! – Navy band! Play me blam! Whoooooo!
My records should be 80 grand
Ain’t a team out that can do it da way we can! – Nigga! (YEAH!) WHAT?
Ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain’t ya?
Keep talkin’ and I’m a let the 40 spray paint ya, G-UNIT RECORDS!
Everybody knows you’re a wanksta… WHAT?
Ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!)
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain’t ya?
Keep talkin’ and I’m a let the 40 spray paint ya
Everybody knows you’re a wanksta
HATE HOT!
Yeah!
You BITCH-ass nigga!
Y’all niggas broke! LICK!
And I’m gettin’ better! And better… JESSIE! and better… and better!
It gotta hurt man
G-UNIT! WHAT?
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