Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot Got To Switch My Style It's A Thousand Lil Me's Only Thing, I'm Majorin N Them Motherfuckas Lil League Got To Switch My Style Before I Got To Body Suttin Nigga You Aint Styles
P Dot W W W Dot Com Cocksucka Imma Let The Heat Pop (Hahaha) (Mariooo) [Chorus:] Got To Switch My Style A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It They Shit Sound Like Mine I Might As Well Be Writin It Got To Switch My Style
up every morning feelin' like P.Diddy Why the fuck is there money in my grandma's pussy? Legs around the pole, hickey marks on my neck Cum say hey to my
'un breaker Mais j'ai toujours le style d'un Mc Bouge bien sur le beat style Baggy Beaucoup de metaphores dans mon rhyme book 93 Tchin! Refrain I'm on my
play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style
a time If there's a fire you know that she'd lay in the line And I just, close my eyes and curve my mouth Open my mind and words come out You're eclectic
Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style,
South Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
me 206 Court street and my second mom Tracy Little Keesha and Cole My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo Rock round see, you could find me some But I kept my
like a daisy That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum
I missed you. I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go I'm stress free there's no worries left. my mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisce
not an officer I just knock them down in groups of ten As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins Then the style switch so quick Have you thinking
for you, I'm gonna make you shine. Be a switch to say the last, My beauty gonna meet your beast, Comin' over and shake your tree, My body gonna set
the slave ships I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But
shit like they got the gift Trying to keep up with the Jones's the Yester Smith Like a stick shift switch fast on a fag, rucate rap, style ran up the
residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James All my brothers from my
