Paroles:
Show A G Drop It Heavy

roll with D-I-T-C Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it Add the Crates, now they lovin it, no need to cover it Let it shine, like the sun do Now who reflect

Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run And when you thought it

a triple beam Piece and a chain and a diamond ring, and a heavy stay flow up in my jeans The definition of Southside Houston Texas, we drop the top Ain

bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker

[50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas

a little piece jus let me get a little piece, I'll walk yo block and hit yo street like am a muhfuckin g matter fact I am a g and you a p u s s y, all

that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown know ya down all that drama (???) thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know it's

in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy wit da antique tags My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already Got a gold grill but it

my territory So I won't end up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story And I try to see past it