Lyrics to Stanky Legg : Chorus Bitch im wild! Do the stanky leg (3x) when I hit the dance floor. I be- Do the stanky leg (3x) Bitch Im wild up! (repeat
' three, why not? We makin' it hot Come to know the spot, come on, aiyyo She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah B.I.G., Freaky Tah, yeah,
jumped my style You just stole my flow You just seen me out You gets no hello And you wonder why? Man you know, you know Yeah, and you should let them boys
ecstasy (Alright) Ah, my nigga just call up the homey to hook us up on that liquid G And if these hoes don't wanna see, they gotta check the spot quickly
son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G (Bizzy)
' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G
out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging
sing it let that new bitch witch do that, whadd up baby(whadd up baby) ill fuck you and ill smurf ya head(Haha) D-Block, G-unit is dead [Chorus] [Sheek
me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low
don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout setteling no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot
weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the street Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot
my spot right there just call me whenever you want and boy ill come cuz cant nobody do it like you cuz your number one you know your hitting my spot right
day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f*** out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[The Notorious B.I.G] I went from Construction Timbs to Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement Choppin' boys
your boys aint here Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs Playahatin you gets no love Run and get your boys
't stop Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot 'partment Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx, shoot we down to the spot Them young G's up on that
