of champagne dunny So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey These pimps just better have a gothic for me I got them hoes starin like they got a problem
owning on everybody's home that you fuckin with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady Triple gold these four
So good things come to those who wait Sure, I've waited about pop-pop-pop-pop That's four cousins shot! I got grudges, let's discuss this, my music needs
[Verse 1:] So good things comes for those wait, sure I've waited about pop pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this My
style and your physique And I ain't trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so what's up? What you sippin on? It's no problem Black and gold
Wale Yeah A Nigga Been Coit (Yeah) Married To This Rap Shit And Ya Just Go Wit It Oh Here We Go Again Eyes A Lil Lower I Be Four To On When I'm Three
a weapon squirta I'll let tha weapon squirt'cha, wet'cha like a f-in surfa Aye we keep work, hope ya nerves is good lesson learna (Yuh!) Two niggas, four
What I really love about her she don't even need a man But she follow my lead and respect the fact I wear the pants And I got no problem hullin myself
daily smoking and sipping When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us
That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak Cause I pull this four pound bar, and
bulb And if you cross over the line, then I might strike you I'm going grey, even though a nigga ball everyday Covered in ice, but ice can't take my problems
'all ain't gon be around Now kick it with your people, and see you cheer and grow up Cause when you fuck with hard head niggas, your body get dumped Three or four
but ain't a god damn thing changed I'm still breaking a jaw Ain't fin to lose no sleep, over nan one of y'all, one of y'all with fours Could run up on
bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking
, holla at ya homey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Napoleon] It ain't nuttin but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem ol' fag-ass nigga,
to line four of Chorus:] "That's a nigga nature" [add to line eight of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [Chorus] [add to line four of Chorus:] "
no pay It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid I seen the future and it's hopeless Lord knows, its hard on a young scrub It seems I had less problems
Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth
