Cause ain't nothin right in my life God help me, It ain't nothin nice [Hook x4] From LA to NY, ATL and back it ain't nothin nice To all my niggaz and
ain't nothin right in my life God help me, It ain't nothin nice [Hook x4] From LA to NY, ATL and back it ain't nothin nice To all my niggaz and my bitches
horny [Pos:] I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y Cuz I never let it walk on by When it comes to me and Jenny, I seem (very serious) Like a big friend Buddy
I gotta eat...I don't know your religion I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it) Plus some cousins in college, add on more
PLEASE BE A THUG AND SIGN IT! Cause it's day for you to hide I put your body in a river N-Y-P-D WON'T FIND IT And I pray for you to die I'm Bump nigga
stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the fuck don't like my flow? You ain't heard my words
bad grammar I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers The clip in the hand
had it coming They had it coming all along. I didn't do it/ She does not do it But if I'd done it (she'd done it) How could you tell me that I was wrong
I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers The clip in the hand jammer, to
flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro Get dough, nice hoes, nice clothes
? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag She'll have to boof that in a cookie like a pad You rookies are just mad, you can't say shit to me You gotta get ridda
Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag She'll have to boof that in a cookie like a pad You rookies are just mad, you can't say shit to me You gotta get ridda
