one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see
Can You Believe It - Styles P [Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe
be in the Aftermath Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash 'Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C, to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B, D R E Like dub-c
day from, 'O.P.P.' down to, 'Hip Hop Hooray' Who invented party anthems that ease stress away? You got drama, never mind that Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub
spray me But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty It's the game of life, you it, so play it right Bitches like you, M E M P H Bleek, yeah
Dig what I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk on We gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of bitches And rep this Dub S thang to the
t about Crip or Blood, and it'll never die Because there's too much love Chorus High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite With that Dub-S to that
't fuck wit the bloodsucker smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty puttin it down like P. Diddy do or die just be rollin up like P
with the Game, get sick of the man who point the blame Still a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal Took a chill, but I still had to pose And if I pause, it's because I left my condom Chorus: johnny p Can
if it's you let it bring three back And now the P I M P's back Now let me rub, massage you relax Baby, it's like P O P I M O, olgy But obviously, Joe
survive) We all in a test of time, (God bless us) one thing let me show you, (show me) Trials and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A. (public
thang It's guns and greens on dub dukes Cop deuces half price from the boosters See thugs wasn't big enough You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough All the G's to the V.I.P
S500 on dub deuces Bumping some old Cash Money Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
an improperly stored gun the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa) The restrictions are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it'
it good Push it, push it real good [Juelz Santana] Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby Ooh baby baby, Get up on this! [Jim Jones] D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta
spliffs, and get so high) [Chorus: Woman/MJG] [Eightball:] Part two, it's all the same g, Trying to school fools on this P-I-M-P Lesson 1 - first you