Little Hard On's walking down the street I wonder if that meat will get together Little Hard On's making lots of noise Playing with the boys, hoping it
at? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
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
there from stairs I bypass the elevator and i took the stairs Now that hard work got me ridin in Bentlys and Les Homie I am so prepared, on point like
'll be fine Worrying about your old girl Trying to see if she's mine Nigga she's with me When she tells you she needs some "me" time It's our time, so
belong You can't do right and you can't do wrong Go on singing the same old song It's okay, it's alright Better find yourself someone tonight Take a good hard
handle you Damn right, I'mma get that thang And I'mma put my name on it All night I'mma whip that thang Allstate better put a claim on it I claim my
it's like why do I try when I feel I'm gonna die without a tear left in my eye? I work the hardest see the least it's like cultivating the harvest not
biting that's when 3000 starts to worry A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray Answer quick do you know what desire is? Huh? Apparently not that's
lost in an honest truce The past doesn't break all that we been through Every little thing that you did was right Who knows what you did on the day
on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound,
they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
the Duck is played by an oboe... Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a clarinet. He's just --- you know, he's represented by a
ol' truck Smokey's on my tail and my accelerator's stuck Got these eighteen wheels a-rollin until the break of dawn Drivin' a truck with my high heels on
it together, (together) on the same level Midwest got the weapons it's ours here them thugsta's, no care we like to fight, (fight) on the West we get right, (right
s all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug Little nigga wanna come, gunna feel my pain, pain On the brain it's
