n-gga Pimp owned it I threw some tints on it He would have loved it Put it down, put it down You know how I put it down, put it down [Bun B - Verse
the n-gga Pimp owned it I threw some tints on it He would have loved it Put it down, put it down You know how I put it down, put it down [Bun B - Verse
t gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't
Mirror mirror on the wall, is it right, is it wrong It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all [Verse 2: Bun B] Say that Mr. Mirror, put
keep flowing I'm a keep it going Back in 92' I probably could kick your door in Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down I reppin' for the
delivery, of a Smith & Wesson While keeping it under cover, to keep authorities guessing Who did it when it happened, real niggaz don't make a scene Bitch niggaz publicize it
you really bout, know I'm saying It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark ass niggas We bringing the real back, street shit Gangsta shit, fin to put
I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down You got it now, (got it), well then what time
shit gon' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down
gentleman! [Bun B:] Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down
it, watch it while he check up on it Dip it, pop it, twork it, stop it, check on me tonight If you got it, flaunt it, boy I know you want it While I
t that some damn * And it's true though But it ain't like I'm telling you Something that you ain't knew though I'll put one in your noodle So don't get
blow! Set it off ? explode! Set it off ? explode! [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] I'm a treat it like a race and I gotta win it! Ahead of you bums with the Bone
(feat. Birdman, Bun B, Schife, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em) [Chorus:] Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All
