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The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clearLet all, G'z to front, middle and rearSwitches couldn't switch like these switches a dayJust to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the waysThat they ears and chairs, dis on this yearsCokes drippin' off juice and ginsAs a matter of fact, takes mathical factAnd you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a saxTrumpet to tromboneToo shotty Young Gotti, millennium boneIf she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em homePuttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's onIt don't quit, it don't stopLet the beat knock, beat knockPull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop topGettin' what I got, I justCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songsDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feelNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style wayNo time fo' da game, I do it my wayKurupt, what upLetras de cancionesI'ma drop 'til it's clearAnd these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam timeTossin' see-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'Dippin' through, comin' like ayDon't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the trayAll night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S SIt's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do muchTryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like youWit' the biggest mouth to put a dick inMost of y'all malfunction like faulty equipmentShifted, drifted, different, up liftedKurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beatyWith the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mallWith young Roscoe, you fool in high schoolI just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, ICan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songsDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feelNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style wayNo time fo' da game, I do it my wayYes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crewAnd we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue3, 4, look at that whore with the fat assBut without the cash, hit the doorThe reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beerI'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'Fo' the bush to push and mush backI'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bagNo, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed backIn a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from BillyBrought to you by way or two bunsWe smugglin' in and out of the place, our two gunsNotice, see the Q you I, Dogg Pound collabo', yupWe stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoesGet out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shitAnd these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'monCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songsDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feelNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style wayNo time fo' da game, I do it my wayCan't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songsDon't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feelNo matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style wayNo time fo' da game, I do it my way{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcementFrom Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z XzibitMy homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' aroundPussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he thatNigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this niggaIf I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggasCame around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right nowPut up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite} From Letras Mania