It all started at an accident scene on and Ashby It's not clear if the caused it, it is clear he wielded A hammer and to get out of his car
Yeah, yeah, it alligator belts to patty melts, I be that smoothest nigga So how do you figga that Atlant don't be pullin' dem The Southern pimp is up in this, bitch Man, my folkers up on that track, that wickedness
See, one is for the money, two is for my who jack Niggaz ain't takin' shit no mo', they got big Benz and Cadillac My gat is in my lap, so whatchu be startin' now? I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, that was foul
Too for comfort, too close to home Too close to be yo ass, so, hey, why don't you get yo' own As as I got this legally People see that we can be on top of without causin'
Another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't to go around But on holdin' on like Goodie Mob 'cause it's a better day tomorrow That's all I can say, tell the future Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be out seat Quick and snappy a happy face before you bleed Ask me if that shit is worth yo' life I know about yours but if so you smokin' pipes right
Deep in the for these many months Amongst the Dragon as we pass, around dem blunts Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to 'em Gettin' deep in my just to get shit off my sternum
Chess, I never played but made a moves I still blame it on session 'cause I remember the due I guess, I feel that gettin' a is out of the question
The world is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my pockets But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you
I'm travelin' up to Jersey with four off in my trunk And of startin' the ways to get that motherfucker krunk See, yes, I be that nigga that with that sess off in my Smokin' and tokin' them token blacks that wanted to
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz, they die I fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty Be activatin' that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has been Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, 'cause it's this
I got these thoughts, to the ones in call of the wild Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a miles The world is up, how these niggaz be drivin' drunk Vehicular with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the is not belong, I use that strong arm robbery spree, look at me, W M B Backwards, takin' you to the cha cha with these
around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses I got a word of wisdom for those who resist You'll be needin' a physical therapist you can't fuck with this
While you sat down by the seashore thinkin' some seashells I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill about the V-12 But maybe not for long because I just done seen the I'm my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just breakin' the column I him in the middle of the Marta parkin' lot
I'm a voice in the back of my head yellin' Andre stop But do I stop, naw, I figure a come up But now I'm goin' down the folks wanna run up, damn
These days, the way to deal with a car jacker Is to simply them what they want