[T-Mo] Tell it. Tell it. Let em know. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. [Khujo] Chorus Talk how you wanna talk, hang where you wanna hang Slang where you wanna slang, Goodie Mob and C-Murder man x2 [Khujo] A soldier out that N.O. camp Meets the Goodreese, Gods finest cause he don't make no trash Pop us in your CD changer when you mash Exemplery, brothers droppin brothers like the white man Shoot street, we won't, so get back Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack Why girls wanna be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one love Cause I can't get no where hatin, the funk I will not be rakin Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin I'm not goin tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin [T-Mo] Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar figures Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong From the Twats to the Third Ward Shippin them tens across the board like keys Blowin D's all the way down to New Orleans Baton Rouge, have you blues, don't snooze Or you might lose your life caught up in the fight [Khujo] Chorus x2 [Big Gipp] Slugs and thugs go together like pumps and trunks Ready to dump, yo, laid back, crunk Blowin like king jumpin hoggin in the 99's Sizzlin out my fuckin face, jumpin out your polo's Back up in the blunts birds, flip flop to the rolls elbows With the look, down here, rushin all up on the curb Good bye night please, what you think Murder can a nigga get up in a tree [C-Murder] Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures That many bitches wanna roll with us But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like Jackie Chan Hittin hard and pushin weight by the sound You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks Lo and Gipp never trip, we goin sank a nigga ship T-Mo and Khujo in a motherfuckin studio And gettin crunk, bumpin in a trunk And rap when I wanna rap so where my real niggas at [Cee-Lo] Oh Lord I'm Sugar Sugar please, take it easy heeze Already beat him to his knees, he goin give you your cheese Talkin bout the day ?? your tippin the scale I work your ass like a woman, make you sale your tale Throw your ass on the stove and repay you there I'm a let C-Murder make your t-shirt wet I'm a bet, hot enough to make the concrete sweat Fuck with me the wrong way and know you'll never forget [Khujo] Chorus x4 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com