I right, be tighter than pin stripes Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's only right I know it's
nuff disto my presence Then I'm divine like the seven Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right [Chorus x4] [O.C.] Microphone's
Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you
?) Eightball & MJG (that's right) We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right)
of V's What you want the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5 That's when I opened my eyes I was dreamin, damn it was all a surprise But it felt real, I hopped
C'mon and c'mon now Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Let's rock, c'mon and c'mon now Just shake, c'mon and c'mon now Just stop
whole crew Y'all are players to my man Daddy O And the set posse players To MC LYTE and Queen Latifah Two ladies that got all the Ice's respect and that's right That's right
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it'
hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain That's right Hov', oh, not D.O.C. But similar to them letters, "No one can do it better" I check Cheddar
hood, where they up to no good Slangin' them O's like a real O.G should oh, he's good, no he would Never sell out he's so young Point out the bounce
, it was the worst times It's 'The Gift & the Curse' R O C, yeah, number one, click here If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah Now let's
All I Wanna Know Is If It's Cool (If its cool girl) Now It Would Hurt Me So If You Said I Know Cause I Be On My "P"s and "Q"s And I've "X"ed All The
give it to em dry like that, you gotta get that shit wet first niggah like c'mmon now! You gotta prep them fa shit like that, they cant just get that shit right
wear condom you see a red line Oh, you sucka M.C's you got no flow I heard ya style you S O, S O Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
it Down south gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it Every dawg, every blood in the hood, bark to it Get the
Yes, it's so crazy right now Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee It's ya boy, Young You ready? Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no
