Do somethin to make me feel better - I'ma do somethin to make you feel great) It's like Bon Appetit y'all [VERSE 1: O.C.] Commonly known as O.C. to
somethin to make me feel better - I'ma do somethin to make you feel great) It's like Bon Appetit y'all [VERSE 1: O.C.] Commonly known as O.C. to some
me blow up (Boom!) Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B:] Well, it's B to the O, O to the B You
folks will smile in your face But behind your back them same folk will frown But that's enough about them, talk about me Yes it's B to the O, I said B to the O
m trying to be like The Beatles, Give me some soul money, niggas is gassed up Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut No snakes, royalty
the throwdest baby don't you forget it, meanwhile (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] Living in the passenger side, I want to to push a 6 double O But poverty refuse
no pity block With drug dealers when we need some paper Get on the corner and we bleed till we fifty keep avoiding them haters Cause they keep dropping
get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga,
Nigga get on my level! [Ace Hood:] A to the C to the E to the H double O-D Bitch I'm raised up in the streets Keep it G-U-T-T-A For my niggas servin
ask around, they tell you who the rawest in town Cause I'm a +Thug By Nature+, strictly for the paper Ain't nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E) I come
scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you want the truth
Chorus Keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep
Second Round's on Me" (get it together) Kuniva, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere) Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT! [Obie Trice] Niggaz didn't
about it, The Movement on the loose say we Boomshake the loudest You don't wanna miss nothin keep yo I glued Like a High speed chase on the five o'clock
think they really know me I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of
building like a fireman Who can outspit me when I'm high off sticky Throwin back Patron shots in some creased up dickies I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube
He Wears A Red Bandana) [Verse 1:] Chea Chea Dear God Let Me Clense My Soul Throw Away All The Rims And The Gold O No I Cant Do That Do I Love God
