block My man Rock, opened up shots My homey Lace, real nutty case Said let's get it on, fuck a chase Women screamin', grabbin' they kids My homey Lace
My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that i believed Every single lie you said Cause every pain
remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood
that work, get it poppin' Now who wanna pop off 'til they head get popped off By the realest MC and that's me Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
open-toe sandal, just flip-flopping it. Here's one for your play list, "Suck my motherfucking dick". 1st single, you can wait on the remix (remix). Get your candle blown out
open toed sandle Just flip-flopping it Here?s one for your play list Suck my mothafucking dick First single You can wait on the remix Get your candle blew out
chopped the roof off my ride that day imagine all the hate I made? used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days they would shoot up my
', a No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga, fast nigga, ain't the last nigga Keep my mind on my money because I like riches House full of tight bitches
thing right here, yeah, yeah Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats And this thing right here Ruff Ryders Will get your ass off your feet, remix
Yea...(remix Baby!) [x4] Ay This The Remix And Im The Prefix You Know This Rock And Roll Street Shit Hand Me The Mic Sheed Got The Bass Meany Got
tha best/ u can test/ pull it out tha left side of my vest/ cause I deal tha best/ so tha block neva rest/ Money in my hand/ body on my heart/ good thang
you get near. I'll say get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come here. Cause you sweatin me and my dj like (cannon). Legs spread far out, you know how
Got flows till the beat run out I told you mothafuckas before we in the house And we standing on the couch With my drink and my two step My drink and my
Howard Johnson Forty bags of powder Get tha keys off the counter I walk out tha door And smell a flower Now I'm about to go Get into this album WELCOME
, my brain's like oatmeal I used to be label mates with Shaquille O'Neal Now I get my dick sucked in the Batmobile I live in Long Island, with a house
dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out
I think I've got away Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane
dude! Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach man Hopin if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming