just stand back I could turn on you so fast It's a hit It's got soul Steal the show With your rock and roll With a swing like that You better just stand back
we can get Just jealous cause we're young and in love You're just jealous cause we're young and in love You're just jealous cause we're young and
make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand
floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza Puttin' hands on muthafuckas actin' up Give me fifty feet betta back tha fuck up Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town Lookin' low
it felt so strong, it felt so right I like the way you back it up, cause your chulo ain't no punk Get it crunk, get it crunk from the back to the front
Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo' Flip it around
the yankee rockin' wit a lean Know ya can't knock it when ya clean Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans I just try to plug into the
Low I'm Low Just some mothafuckin Kids! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Get Money fuck bitch Only I need You! Fly I'm Low - Yeah! I'm Low - Pittsburgh! Hey Germ!
the rubbers on cause it just turn dark Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash Looking for a yellow bone bitch with big ass I ain't disrespecting just
staying alive It's a full time job, just trying to surviiiiive [Z-Ro:] Fuck a nigga fuck a bitch, I'm just concerned about my scratch And if my trap running low
plotting on me, just to get me out the way You them ride or die niggaz, I use to fuck with everyday I appreciate y'all, for turning your backs Once I
Hauling, with them chickens that don't fly [Young Chris] Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-mo The Lex the four do', Perellis the low crow If you
loc niggaz, up in a rag rome Five deuce and six zones, six treys and six fo's BMG B's down moves, tree tops and windows Penitentiary poems on fo' do's, dipping in low low
[Z-Ro] Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch You ain't never been real, but it
to rulin' to this Go from South Beach to San Francisco A late night fever sex crazed land While dance ho's to the one night stand Swettin' the freaks
all that! Got weave in your hair, not neat, and fat Guess I'm understanding you're just a fuck I'm out for the pussy and just one nut I'll call you next
I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand
