an ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
my mind (So I made up in my mind I'll take it) So I made it up in my grind (So I made up my mind I'll take it) I just gotta know, I just need to know
Green Lantern, sampling Mansions? Nah, I ain't rich as Richard Branson I'm King Kong meets Vince Vaughn and I play like a champion I'm a Monday ball-
Scarface I'm in the Impala dropped top chawwnky Ice man, Birdman, rockin' red monkeys All ready nigga, neighborhood superstars All we gon' ball till we fall bitch Always strapped when I
but I plead that I guess I'm guilty for wanting to be up in the club I guess I'm guilty cause girls always want to show me love I guess I'm guilty for
[Chorus: repeat 3X] C-town's how we ride Chi-town's how we ride Midwest how we ride Come see how we ride [Verse: Twista] now feel the devastation and
s I did it all 'fore I can see, walk, and crawl Made it out the ghetto, bustin' a male, so I can wet y'all Took a while 'fore I ball Wanted for eight
I was lookin at her Ain't a chance to get her, I can M-I crooked letter If she with a nigga I'ma steal her, yeah a crook'll have her throwin up the E
I took money, gave 'em horror Recruit crooks for me Keep my finger on strap, 'Til the gat looked ugly I mash fast illy G-packers get bagged silly We
" wit mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex You aint on my mind I'm
to collide in the comfort of home They say Lucifer's free What shall we do? Don't ask me [Joe] But it's not like I never go beyond these walls I've got culture I
strings, make a noose Hang yaself, here's a deuce, deuce Bang yaself like Cheddar Bob I'm in the hood like ST tall cat Crooked Letter ISPCO, nigga Yes I Yes I
and type in P, I, M, P, A, N, D, H, O dot com And see the hoes, it's time to log on, baby Eat this dick up 'til it's all gone baby I ain't fake this
, bitch, I kept talkin' shit Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch I wanna blowjob and I'm not kiddin' Work it in your mouth till your head starts spinnin' I
chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit, I
or poorer, through sickness and health Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches I
from all this bitch shit I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody) but off the hook I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you) I got a question
