I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

She wit' it, she wit' it Lethal weapon, she be pussy poppin' How she do that that with no hands? Come through, throw her the bands In the air, like is you 'bout that that action with me? Turn the cameras on then she turn to an actress for me Learned some new

Popping, stopping, hopping like a rabbit When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinking wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that that nigga straight slip Set

You know how that that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live

Pull up and wet the block (Pew) Sippin' on lean, that's Wock' (Lean) All on my dick, she won't stop, yah (Bitch) I told her to give me some slop (Neck) Pull up, we drop the top (Top) My niggas, they pop pop a lot (Pop) Cannot fuck with ops (Never) Walk

From this moment on My dreams came true because of you From this moment as long as I live I will love you, I promise you this There is nothing I wouldn't give (I do swear that that I'll always be there I'd give anything and everything and I will always care

What up, Blood? (What?) We don't play that that What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, gangsta? We don't play that that (G-Unit) We don't play around G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (Bo!) 'Cause I'm

Head down, pussy pussy popping Head down, pussy popping on a handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summer-salts, cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that that pole-pole And feel this dick-dick getting out of

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

I put that that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop pop that gat, he gon' pop pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin' with my