can go On and on On and on with you I wanna go On and on On and on On and on with you I wanna go On and on On and on with you [Verse 2:] Ooo taking your
[Chorus] Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete [Intro: Ice
Gonna Do It. And Miss Communication No We Never Run Into It I Got Chicks Like Simone And Cala Stay With Lip Gloss And Fitty Bag Beside Her And Your Girl
we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! [Verse 1] 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them sit ups right and Tuck your tummy tight and do
(feat. Gucci Mane and Fabo) This ya boi lil jon right!?, ha, ha Now ya'll kno I'm a muthafuckin rockstar, that means I get high and fucked up, all fuckin
this cause yin yang twins in this b-i-tch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and
water jump in and Imma drown ya New Orleans n-gga, Gun out, Imma down ya Put n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin? downer Imma Great White, yous a flounder Fish and a b
so many niggas in the booth, I sell rappers on e-bay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up their jon like freeway Cause
[Juvenile] Juvenile and Mario pimping and we on deck so stay tune to ya programs cause we on next I wanna women catching the wall unless you got that
Tics live for the street life Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the Pipe And give me head all night And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight until
(Feat. Lil Jon & Youngbloodz) Here we go once again for the ladies Nivea, Lil Jon, Nivea, Lil Jon [Verse 1:] La la la la la lalalala la lalalalalala
believe they decieve Like weak theives can't break in your crib and leave and they built like two So ???? and then i'm straight And they drove ???? see
the weed to the 'x' From the 'x' to the blow Mark my words ? I'm next to Blow! ? P to the I, I to the T, T to the B, B to the U, double the L! Me I'
yall want my cutlass now I just want yo bread Sport a lil platinum B-C and B-B I'm thug nigga and you know this to the B! Dont hate the, the playa Dont
counterfeit rap clowns get rushed out Q said it's on me so the contract wouldn't con me Ten times harder and twenty shades darker than Jon B. This round