My bitch bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing She only clap that ass for me I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

Shorty she like to pop ass high Popped her way up to first class high She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet With your electric body, we found

I must be invisible No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be free, But I've learned through the years. Don't encourage me.

And I can't even close my eyes. And my baby, she can't be found. I believe this is the end. Well now, it's three o'clock in the morning Three o'clock in the morning Can't find my baby And I can't be satisfied. I've looked all around me I've looked all

All your love, pretty baby, that I got in store for you All your loving, pretty baby, all your loving, pretty baby Ll the love I miss loving, all the kiss I miss kissing All the love I miss loving, all the kiss I miss kissing Before I met you baby, never

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Little man, you've had a busy day It's time to go to sleep now Listen to the jukebox softly play I know why you're crying I know why you're blue Someone took your kiddy car away Time to go to sleep now Someone took your marbles Tell you what we'll do

I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou Sniper Gang Eh, I like this lil'

Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (hey!) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (hey!) When I hit that, do a trick Don’t clap-back on the dick Don't clap-back on the dick DVDs, porno tapes Scott Storch Know I keep a tool on me I come in the room, I might