try to get like me I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status
Mary: Yeah nigga, what makes ya different from the next nigga? Seen ya last week and ya couldn't even speak Ya try ta play like Mr. All of that But now
You ain't never seen (You ain't never seen milky water falls) {No,no} You ain't never seen {You ain't never seen gumdrop walls) {No} You ain't never seen
certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back [Chorus:] What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see
actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and all that, but you tryina tell me it wasn't good? Message 2: That shit is real fucked up what
goin drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
And I might just give you a call (Damn) If you ain't with it then don't waste your time at all Biggie Smalls, and you don't stop All my love dreams that
t wait in line and we don't stand around We in clubs and we draggin actin brand new Actin like he never seen my face and I ain't got loot They know I'
thought ran across my crazy-ass mind The real Marquis ain't doin' no time I looked in his face, he looked like shit Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but
I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here They make her wear a scarf over her head that covers her from ear to ear She loves the desert and the
don't well look here y'all don't say nothing than I won't just don't say nothing just don't say nothing just don't say nothing just don't say nothing
, right? and i buy big zips of this shit, you know what i'm sayin like, i don't be coppin little, low, or none of that and this bag of weed was purple
[Xzibit] She was a brown skin ebony honey that love hip-hop Cut off tank-top, she make your whole face drop Hotbox, like it or not, she don't care what
that (yeah!) I ain't goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up my loved ones to get loose and hop the fence It ain't hard to look hard, snatch up
by the way The one by the way I ain't trippin' I just do this Sh*t for fun by the way The truth by the way The proof by the way Mr. run up on me know
President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue And I Be God Damn If My Rims Ain't Too My Momma Ain't At Home & Daddy Still In Jail Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen
I will email Jesus Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict Be all you be, now don't that sound like some
talk Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you You's a real bad girl, a need that Sippin' on ya