ass knocked out And on the West coast, it's still D-R-E But in this Dirty 3rd, it's D-Reck and E.S.G. So fix your face motherfucker, get that boot out
the hair cut slight T-Boz favorite records is bow wow, snoop, JD, and nas (ha,ha) Always up in somebody's face tryin' to fuss And to get where's she's
2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star
do do do do Hearts can break just like a string Old guitars can't fix a string I Put that Martin in it's case With the memory of her face Where it stayed
You know what I'm sayin'? I wanna say what's up to my man Louie you know he's still here, drop this one for you you know For those that only know the
me baby Is that you? Bow wow let's talk about it When they ride wit for man like you won't believe Switch the color on the hair like E V E When they
if you don't feel me (So what you sayin') Tell me if you don't feel me, tell me if you don't feel me (Yeah) Tell me if you don't feel me (So what you
reflect The hate in your face as you see em spinnin' MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one
if we can fix this little situation But would I fuck you up was what you wondered Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number But bitches like you
bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck, man, but since you my boy you better use a condom, before you try to fuck. Take the game
'ned g's for the suit, the hood like "oh man" Bendin corna's, twenty-two's, no dubbin, (crrrrrrrrrrrr) That's what you hear 'cause that shit
can't fix me no one can, if they can't fix it no one can Want you to take me to the H, take me to the O Want you to take me to the S, take me to the
You don't wanna bang with us Cause you know we dangerous If you real, you can swing with us Cause we are from that Dirty South [Chorus: E.S.G. & Slim
My brother Twan's locked up Plant the grass on e's and rock up Three of my brothers and no mo No jealous slays no fo fo In the hand where you put that
we can fix this little situation But would I fuck you up was what you wondered Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass) But bitches like you
