Tekster:
Remedy Who S Got The Cash

and you're screaming "Oh my goodness!" The remedy to keep the party lively It's no trouble or mystery who you call, yo The JB's - like cool breeze on

(Who keep it sizzelin') Don Juan (Who keep it sizzelin') Tech N9ne Party people, party people, can y'all get funky (Who keep it sizzelin') Don Juan (Who

you) I know nigga, that's just jealousy If you got hate in your blood, there's no actual remedy But let me ask you a question, who's making cash them

Since I got bigger I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga Like I just figure and my tracks didn't help niggaz So for remedy I pound niggaz Like

western sonny chiba laid a glasgow nest egg out sprang da money my brain got sunny i got gangsta feelins and i got gangsta ceilins with cash decending

damn dude, you got Used to see you summertime, Grant's Tomb a lot Me and all my mens smoke boom a lot (Aiyyo Gruff, I got the 6) Well, circle zoom the

can relate Who choosin' your fate, yo, we went from pickin' cotton To chain gang line choppin', to Be Boppin', to Hip Hoppin' Blues people got the blue chip stock option Invisible man, got

how to get fornication And yo door when it's late with the motivation of satan So they say, but things go they way But it's more then pay told her hey

lead It's an answer for these so-called G's who block beef Y'all go slanderous words in they mouth then they got teeth All yo hating ain't got nothing