s a ass in my face There's a ass in my face There's a ass in my face There's a ass in my face Aw yeah there's definitely an ass in my face Aw I'd like
die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells
so I can what Tell your same face when I'm shooting guns is the same face I make when I fuck from back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against
The Party) X2 My time to burn so sit back and check the way I come through in the discotheque. I know you like what I got, my style, the original
You're just the cobra's dinner Ya'll ain't fuckin with me You n*ggas under a g Like the light part of my feet And so what them n*ggas left me When it
s rims man? You seen the new Jordans man? You see her ass yo? Yeah, yeah, that's crazy. [Singing:] Seein' with my ghetto eyes I walkeded with my ghetto feet I talkeded with my
he was too stunt Studied for her Masters part time nurse I'll tell you how superb the ass is but who's looking I mean that's my man maybe I just took
behind that screen name they're lame and their life is pretty plain M&M's with no nuts won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made like puppies on
me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do' My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin
had three on my right arm and four on my left Lime green and gold, we was sharp to death Had to catch my breath, watch my step Playin' this game, you
wanna hear me (hear me) Dont wanna be near me (near me) And shes in the right Cause I got makeup all on my collar Chanel numba 5, is all on my shirt but
that's the way to go I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make be like whoa and
] {4..3...2...2..} A-2 Steeeeep, a-2 Steeeep (REMIIIIIIIIIIX!!!) Now gon' n 2 Step, (2 Step) now gon' n 2 Step (2 Step) Now gon' n 2 Step, (2 Step) now
fuck up, that's the perfect sign to slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence black gloves
armor You the bitch ass nigga or a man of honor My hands wrap around your throat like a anaconda Then squeeze 'til your eyes pop out of your face Then
[Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch
some mo', I shut my cadillac do' My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin