Al We The Best Dade County, let's go I rep my city Nigga, I rep my city Miami, Listennn [Trick Daddy:] I'm well-connected, well-respected fo'
by triggers something in my mind Am I retrieving my direction or just charging forward blind Am I everything that you wanted me to be Have I lost that condition, a connection
feelin' Not to mention a sexual healin' But every now and then I get to the kneelin' To thank him for it all But you probably got some inside connection
conversation hangs inside this house Our voices just get ugly When our love gets all talked out Your goodnight kiss ain't hungry Our touches don't connect
stick girls. [Chorus x2] The man downstairs was dead for 3 weeks His own cat started eating him The house starts to wreak That's when we moved out And our house
, the plot of the movie. Alright. Basically what we're going to do, today, is spend some time around the house while you meet the people that you're going
same corner hustlin I done sold weed Sold X Sold crack Never been snitched on Cause I ain't ever ran with no rats Never left ma grandma house Without
club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster ***** you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on [Daz] We street connected
So humble yourself of your blessings will be ruin Nuh see no rain a fall heavens gate a call And without no love the boss him nuh go listen Houses build
your sexy Java You got your speed connection Free chat, fxxx that, get a little harder You got yourself a big bed You shoot off, take your time In the house
You got your speed connection Free chat, fuck that, get a little harder You got yourself a big bed You shoot off, but take your time In the house with
the probation office Talkin bout my PO box they just sent me 3 million dollars (What the fuck that mean nigga?) All my hoes go to the beauty parlor Bought my ma a house
Cause I Kno Dat Shit Dirty I Got Brick Fair Nigga I Can Buy A Whole Thang If This Rap Shit Stop Then Im Sellin Cocaine Got A Mexican Connect So You Know
Lo, we pushin weight nigga, I got trap money nigga, I'm a heavy cake nigga [chorus] [Verse 3: Shawty Lo] I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trp house,