Young Buck!!! [Chorus: Jazze Pha] (Young Buck) Just hop in my ride if you want some (Come on!!!) We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!)
ride if you want some (Come on!!!) We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!) Got it open and wide if you want some (Hey!!!!!) I can see in your
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if you want some (Come on!!!) We can roll and get high if you want some (Yeah!!!) Got it open and wide if you want some (Hey!!!!!) I can see in your
to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add
You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You never left my side You're my best friend I love you so much Yes, you
the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day Pistol in your mouth, I cannot make out what you tryna say And if they want a war, tell them motherfuckers
body bag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer Since, we some killers for sure Hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll Niggas out tryin' to
The whole world endin up in buck-buck-pow Corruption, destruction, disaster Everybody tryna' rap faster than the master Oh Lord, could you save my soul
hop gettin' stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Comas, frunaral Wheelchairs paraplegics Reel life so you gotta believe it If you did have a goal Then you
To my beloved, think we need sometime away They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there
(Ah, ha) None of my teachers ain't like me (Uh, uh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotta understand
rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me But make it so bad, Pearl had seven more like me If you growed up the way I did you gots
chance, You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off, Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch, Not
briddonx You ain't no kiddon for the terror squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal a car And flatten ya Pierre Cardin I peirce ya noggin' if you
