I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin' Up A Big Stack of Dem Hundreds In A Rubba Band Girl Don't Ask Me For No Cash Cause Im Not Dat Other Man Everybody
[Hurricanes words behind the beginning beat] Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Hurricane Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bum
if you see with with anotha chick Then it's just what it is You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame Baby I'm hurricane You gotta stay in
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(feat. Hurricane Chris) I Been From Shorty To Shorty From The Nice Girls To Naughty Ones Coming Up Short Straning My Throat Trying Tell Them Just What
club Dat I ain't got no shoes on Holdin' up a big stack And dem hundreds in a rubber band Girl don't ask me for no cash 'Cause I'm not dat other man
m Begining To Hate These Rap Niggas Real Fast Putting My Name Up On A Track I'mma Come Where You At And Blast Just The Other Day I Almost Had To Do A
ring Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin' Up A Big Stack And Dem Hundreds In A Rubba Band Girl Don't Ask Me For No Cash Cause Im Not Dat Other Man Everybody
nigga please, you probably just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just Hurricane
i got music surgically implanted in my brain i just chunk the deuce and hit the drank cause i cant hear a thang the other day i got a ticket listenin to that hurricane
Aah, Colli Park Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Smurf You did the fool with this one, baby I got Hurricane Chris (Say girl, say girl) And right now (
na (cold life entertainment) na na na na na na na na na na na na na na (hurricane) na na na na na na na I be ridin' 24 with them batman doors I be ridin' 24 with them batman doors [Hurricane Chris
a picta Bitch Im me Flow smoke like swisher Catching lines and hooks, I am like a fisher Fire like a flicka, tie em like a twista Boy I clap like Hurricane Chrisa
The Last train to Paradise Words and Music Chris Foster copyright 2003 Chris Foster Music Publishing What was known as a modern day marvel A great railroad
me nigga please, you probaly just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane
: (feat. Hurricane Chris) I Been From Shorty To Shorty From The Nice Girls To Naughty Ones Coming Up Short Straning My Throat Trying Tell Them Just
