sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz 'Cause bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top, my tens on lock My hoe in the
sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the
Traduction: Ja Rule. Bitch Betta avoir mon argent.
sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop
Some ah y'all niggas really can't fight Betta get it together getta act right Cause when you fuck wid Bone Betta come wid somethin' betta have you shit
pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
and make ya own moves. I make my own moves so I set my own place I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president does
to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo'
trails and make ya own moves. I make my own moves so I set my own place I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president
Westside Yea Eastside, for life [Verse Two] I'm slappin bones Tryin to get some bones With some dogg pound gangstas in front of my home Bigg 6, bigg 5 3's with ya bitch My
Gotta be up to par You gutta bitch You betta not get me caught You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch
On my ching-ching weigher (????????????) Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur (??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's (?) cant stop my (?) Killa a bitch, kill a bitch
glad you all could make it. Now please have a seat! Obey the rules! Hahaaaaa! [Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! Betta have
Some, ah, ya'll niggas really can't fight Betta get it together getta act right 'Cause when you fuck wid Bone Betta come wid somethin' betta have you
away 'Cause folks got money in the ghetto yeah you know Hey hey hey whatcha got to say (There's money in the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin money in the ghetto Money
got empty McDonald's cups in my car and my crib She owe me sumthin', bitch betta show me sumthin' Wrap her legs around my waist and start to throw me
