Lyrics to Stanky Legg : Chorus Bitch im wild! Do the stanky leg (3x) when I hit the dance floor. I be- Do the stanky leg (3x) Bitch Im wild up! (repeat
'm still out on bond And I'm a keep dranking till all the drank is gone Dam right I'm high as the sky be Over g4 and g5 that's where I be And then it'
know, it's going down tonight So get ready, you gots to be ready [E.S.G.] I'm talking two bedrooms, gated residential-aire E.S.G. and Boss Hogg, ask
state of mind, yeah Wood is in the zone Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots
G's with keys for dis pimpin' They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don?t know what y?all about to do But I?m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin? Quit
poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin im so hard
paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (
, you bit it" - G. Dep "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep (Repeat
somethin steady mayn Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out I used to have a secret spot up
be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off And I don't
the jail house Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn't bail out Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G [Bizzy]
ecstasy (Alright) Ahh, my nigga just call up the homie To hook us up on that liquid G An if these hoes don't wanna see, they gotta check the spot quickly
grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller
sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?) Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair (Mr. Shady what's a G-string?) It's yarn Claire Women
