way, she is letting go She doesn't know how, she doesn't know how She doesn't know how She doesn't know how She doesn't know how She doesn't know how
know How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How
, say La, la, la, la One pay the pointer, shawty know that I ain't playing Boom shakalaka, here comes the chief Like I smoke good with T-pain, Snoop
't f***, she just gave me ***, for real From the time that the sun is up 'Til the stars show up It really doesn't matter to me It doesn't matter, babe
, well, well me too Oh! And I've sleepin' with your dog Woofie Woofie, you bitch! Well, I'm also sleepin' with your pet goat That goat doesn't love you
for that sticky sticky green And have my blunt checked, so that nigga had an attitude Excuse if I'm rude But that's just the way that the weed, does you
had his snow bunny Climbin the bed post Feedin her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason She know
my cake over! She ain't missin', she just kissin' On my johnson, shit was out of the frame Like (D) video, How Does It Feel? That Gilla House chill It
speed chases everyday Can't make no money no other way A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true Cause you laid down, and she fucked you Two days ago I didn't know she
and that bitch Delilah, She got mad 'cause Samson tried her All the ass was for a little head But she played it off like she was scared And couldn't
him man) And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (That's right) She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (She will) So kids say no to drugs (That
this I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't
9-11 Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know I had that 'dro in the seat of the car But it's
and they ain't takin' pictures mista I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler, I'll getcha Hey we rep that A A T L A N T A state of G A
'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler I'll getcha [Chorus: repeat 2X] Hey we rep that A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home of the
on T.V. 'Cuz I like that French vanilla and the Caramel BUT, when it comes to chocolate I know that very well Asian persuasion all the discrimination I love how
don't know how to rap [Cee:] Jaime, you got me fucked up! [Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off [Cee:] Just
she got on the choosin' shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she
