, I know what you thinkin' This ain't another diss song, why they bleep me and Quik songs But Snoop and Nate Dogg get they crip on The West been gone, I'm from
so she hear me wrong I'm kinda in the zone 'cause the DJ playin' my song Just another opportunity for sayin' I'm known I'm from Atlanta so southern ain
*car speeds off* Verse One: WC *police sirens throughout song* Last man standin', I'm shot But I can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out
me wrong I'm kinda in the zone Cause the DJ playin' my song Just another opportunity for sayin' I'm known I'm from Atlanta So southern ain't just part
Whatever Dre, just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo, this song is for anyone, fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo I sit back with
and lately I'm on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out his blonde dreads Every girl I ever went out wit is goin' lez Follow me and do exactly what the song
you thank you I love you too baby hehe Allow me to introduce myself I go by the name of Bei Maejor This is what I like to call Broken love song Broken
A Move Dont Fuck With That Hard Cause That'll Bat That Ass To Personally Dawg This Shit Right Here From Me To You You Find It Ready 9 Out Of 10 Its Thats
your rhymes sound like they was written for clear channel we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows now every city knows sames songs its just
karate shoes Sayin yo momma black his momma this his momma that Then he'd get mad and wanna scrap we'd stay mad about 10 minutes then its like back on
has started a lot of beefin (6) {*gasp*} The fall of your momma's cheeks (8) Yeah, then drama cease, I'ma try to teach (9) You could be deep and, wind up kinda deep, yeah (10
deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoes I be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger seat [Den Den] First he's riding high, now he busting Mack 10's Watch you go from
[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll
you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King.. the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
, knock shit, neon crushin' ask us Just advance me, rushin' up the beat, an' pass me the blunt Eh yo, I'm here to set it on you cats from the moment
that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes I want the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask your momma Now that's drama Dollar icy from papi with the scraper
pimps and whores To big checks that never would have been endorsed You know, I just sit back and just peep things 9 out of 10 it's the same song, it'
mad Break into the arcade, screamin' and hollerin' Anticipatin' puttin' twenty-five dollars in Any machine, I was out of control I didn't need quarters I brought, 10