Ah, Ah Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie) Yeah Whats up! Umm! Whats up! Umm! Don't forget it, it's wicked Don't forget it, it's wicked Look, see I walk across that dirty track At two o'clock a.m. flat Wake up burn a murder sack Anything that move, then murder that Tired of go'n through pressure thug Cause I'm less a thug Keep it on your lap cause these days they'll test ya thug Look, if it ain't that fuckin doja or that weed man This solja boy don't need Cause that caine gone shake yo breed Think I'm lyin keep try'n Boy that's how it go down Takin over the world, that's why call me no brown South side for down, you know that's in my blood Keep bitchin cause I'm itchin from the fleas and the flood Hollern "Slow Yo Roll" Shit, I want the whole I wanna a fannie swole, so I can act a show Nigga better ask your hoe, feelin like a mad man Try'n slang that weed on G street, that's a fast plan Thinkin bout what dad sayin "Keep it real and keep ya steel Take yo time and teach a lil, until you reach a mill” Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's Two licks and two days, two fifths and new J's I'm thugged out Don't forget it, it's wicked Roll wit Loc so I sic it Follow me I got the ticket And some funk to get busy Look, real niggaz be bout that torture I'll scorch ya if you play me Niggaz be try'n to hate me That's why it's off of safety Whoever, whenever makes no differences who you be Boy you bleed just like me, but don't come cross CBT Bottom boy, automatic anything that causes that static Get you stink by us, little nigga, thuggin 'n smokin angel dust A donkey boy, leave you funky boy Smoke everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy Niggaz hollern bout they bout it, niggaz light as a feather Can't get mad at you girl cause you ain't on my level Don't run behind me, when ya find me You gone regret you missed Cause my nerves done got pissed And all you gone get is this (CHOP CHOP!) It don't stop wit solja Reebok tennis Thug shit up in ninas, label Boosie a menace God please forgive my sins, niggaz try'n take my ends I'm just sit back 'n watchin, fuck the talkin I'm choppin Where yo nigga, yo round, your fuckin whodi, yo convict This south side red rum shit, so don't you be dumb bitch, wha Played everything man from proleans to dope fien's Gettin track in my Balance, stashin dope in the alleys Don't forget it, it's wicked Roll wit Loc so I sic it Follow me I got the ticket And some funk to get busy
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