) Verse 1: Lil D.P. Hey gone drop the beat, it's strictly for the hos D.P. in the club and I'm on my tippy toes Then I'm kinda drunk and I'm off that
x) Verse 1: Lil D.P. Hey gone drop the beat, it's strictly for the hos D.P. in the club and I'm on my tippy toes Then I'm kinda drunk and I'm off that
in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide you stability Was what was really G, okay silly me I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street
are L.V., D, or a double G Fly as hell, shades wire cell On E, sippin P.J., high as hell And please don't even talk about swag I'm cool and collective
esilino ma il mio suono ha il peso di un mammouth ouuu il verso mio e muu spingo tape su heavy cei rasta come i bad brains everyday I?m a - I?m a - I
ass I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth In a fly
t no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no faking I done showed up and I po'd up, then I blowed up like yeast Diamonds slugs
I'm still selling crack Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G I sit and watch, as my home boys
(awww) [Chingy:] I got my pockets all swole, big bank rolls A bad lil mamma, and she ready to go I'm Like... I just want that gushy, gimme dat (gushy
crome and i do them runs flat President tent front back Man i wish them old b p's come back but i roll on em Hundrend spoke big d's tripple gold homie
G-Unit)) [50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break
ha-ha Yea Nigga Just when you thought I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
up Kit Go, what up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C., I love ya Blonde D, I love ya big sis, I love ya lil' sis, I love ya 2Pac, and I would never stop,
im a muthafuckin beast i never sleep i jus go eat nd if i hear of any beef nd then i want a lil piece jus let me get a lil piece i walk yo block nd hit
the look, like they'd ride on you Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you [Chorus: Akon] I got my eyes on you! And I'm posted on the corner with
you pick me then I'ma pick on you D-o-double g and I'm here to put this d*** on you I'm stuck on p**** and your's is right Rip ridin' the poles and
I'd never get ya (Baby) I'm runnin the turf, you want me comin to church How can I come, when I know I keep guns under my shirt I love the street life
, I'm one sell out record away from being famous Shit I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
