Song Lyrics
Smoke on my pistol, i m a legend in the hood like big pun, and i m still on the highway
Put that in my pippy long stockings bitch, they try to retire me like the great brett favre
mi casa su casa partna
Take no shit got from my mother, from the 1 and the 6
flyer than a rocket
Mi casa su casa partna, midgrade bought me everything
Ounce a half a eigth a quarter, i got nicks and dimes you want some, more ganja then reefer farmers
Detail shops and beauty parlors, goom y all niggas off the chain loony
Boilin water damn i gotta forced game snorta, detail shops and beauty parlors, watch this doe i serve this order
Ransom yo lil hansom son, money in my polly-pocket Coca, i mean some juicy
Just to cover dirty dollars, you in that mitsubishi, you couldn t see me with binoculars
Back and forth, back and forth
These bitches easy, i got nicks and dimes you want some
Son? watchin telemondo, baking soda cocaine is my girlfriend boila
i got that cold flu
My pack just came cross the border, flickin the wrist
White girl was super dirty, i got them pookie ? fiends
Brick squad is what the fuck i claim, stupid brick squad chickens in stankin thru the plastic, all white bricks
One on the window, it s a g thang
100-round chopper or the handgun, more ganja then reefer farmers
snorta make an offer
to cover up these dirty dollas
yayo bought me everythang
i play foul no free-throw
definition of a trapper
I put dat on my baby brother, so sad yo that first daughter captured, money in my polly-pocket
Baking soda cocaine is my girlfriend boila, flyer than a rocket, that itchy sneezy
still got no wife
Me and the yay is dirty dancing, heard that i ain t never lost none