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Birthday:February 21, 1992
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"PIMP SHIT"

Justin Redford
(Jeffery) lol Himat
Baller // Sk8er // DGK
ABBY // Single For Now , But Harsh Core Lovin' Her Like Mcdonalds Cracka // ACSS // DGK // Basket Ball // Old Enough // Harsh Core Ballin' // Lovin' Life

Dirty Ghetto Kid 4 life

All I Need In My Lyfe Is Natalie Me Love <3 , My Music and Stevie , but Sometimes Jack (My Sk8's lol) These Are The Things I Just Couldn't Live Without



Alchoholics Are People That Go To Meetings And Shit , I'm Just A Drunk lol


U.K. Pride




















2 Pac - How Do You Want It




(feat. K-Ci and JoJo)
[Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo]
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic
cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game is told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon' see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?
[Chorus 2X]
[2Pac]
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Tell me
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real

Nelly (f/ Paul Wall, Ali, Gipp
Sweatsuit
Grillz


Rob the jewelry store and tell em make me a grill.

Add da whole top diamond and the bottom rows gold.

[J.D.]
Yo we bout to start a epidemic wit dis one
Ya'll know what dis is...So So Def

[Nelly]
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo at the top
All invisible set *in* little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink,call it a smile on da rocks
If I could call out a price, lets say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white *gold* , traditional gold
I'm changin grillz errday, like Jay change clothes,
I might be grilled out nicely(oh) In my white tee (oh),
Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife *beat*
V V and studded you can tell when they cut it
ya see my granmama hate it, but my lil mama love it
cuz when I...

[Woman]
Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin (say what)
eyes stay low from da cheifin'

[Nelly]
I got a grill I call penny candy you know
what that means, it look like Now n Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
I wouldn't leave it for nothin only a crazy man would
so if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood just say

[Chorus]
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
Lemme see ya grill
(Let you see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob da jewelry store and tell em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Add a whole top diamonds and da bottom rows gold)

[Paul Wall]
What it do baby
Its da ice man paul wall
I got my mouth lookin somethin like a disco ball
I got da diamonds and da ice all hand set
I'll cause a cold front if i take a deep breath
My teeth gleaming like im chewin on aluminum foil
Smilein showin off my diamonds sippin on some potin oil
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 carrots 30 stacks let em know im so fo real
My motivation is them 30 pointers V VS the furniture my mouth
piece simply symbolize success
I got da wrist wear and neck wear dats captivatin
But its my smile dats got these on-lookers spectatin
My mouth piece simply certified a total package
Open up my mouth and you see mo carrots than a salad
My teeth are mind blowin givin everybody chillz
Call me George foreman cuz im sellin everybody grillz

[Chorus]
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
Lemme see ya grill
(Let you see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob da jewelry store and tell em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Add a whole top diamonds and da bottom rows gold)

[Gipp]
Gipp got dem yellows, got dem purples, got dem *reds*
Lights gon hit ya and make you woozie in ya head
You can catch me in my 2 short drop
Mouth got colors like a fruit loop box

[Ali]
Dis what it do in da lou
Ice grill country grammar
Where da hustlas move bricks
and da gangsta's bang hamma's
Where i got em you can spot them
On da top in da bottom
Gotta bill in my mouth like im Hillary Rodham

[Gipp]
I ain't dissin no body but lets bring it to da lite
Gip was da first wit my mouth bright white
Yeah deez hos can't focus cuz they eyesight blurry
Tippin on some 4's you can see my mouth jewelry

[Ali]
I got fo different sets its a fabolous thang
1 white, 1 yellow, like fabolous chain
and da otha set is same got my name in da mold

(Add a whole top diamonds and da bottom rows gold)

[Chorus]

[Woman]
Boy how'd you getcha grill that way and
How much did you pay
Every time i see you
Tha first thing im gon say hey is.....

[Chorus]

BALLIN'







Terrance Howard - Whoop That Trick


I'ma make these suckas recognize I aint playing ho
If you violate off the top, trick you gotta go
I've done hell, been through a lot of shit
And I'm about 2 flip
Now I think it's time 2 show you bitches who you fuckin with
D JAY that's the name
And I came to bring the pain
Emblem on chest, got me busting at you in the lanes
Ya aint know? You fuckin with a street nigga
>From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash) drug dealer
Born and raised in the M-Memphis, Tennessee
Before it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me
This only the beginning, I got a lot to say
It's been along time, and you got hell 2 pay
Aint no love ho, just bring it 2 the door
I bought loveI let my nuts hang 2 the floor'
So if you want some, this is yo death wish
Betta come correct me, cause I came 2 break you off trick

[Chorus 16x]
Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)

[Verse 2]

You think I wont beat that trick, whoop that trick
Got me acting fucked and shit
Ho is telling me 2 calm down but I'm like fuck that shit
I'm all ready, on that hip
All narcotic, with some gray goose
Another shot of hen, that just gave me another boost
I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my eyes
My shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized slap that drug
Riled up, like a rhino in a liquor sto'
Like some sanctified folks catching the Holy Ghost
I don't think you understand
This one here just might get banned
Settin off a riot like we livin in Afghanistan
This the durty, durty, and that's the way it goes
Security be the main ones actin like some hos
But now you done fucked up, you betta call the law
I'ma break thisMOETbottle across your fuckin jaw
And that's for anyone who's ever disrespecting me
Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get your ass beat

[Chorus 16x]
Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)

[Verse 3]

I came 2 bust a nigga's head
Leave him bloody red
Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds
This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that talk just got your ass in a buncha shit
This that Memphis drama boy, so we came to get fucked
I thought you came with heat, nigga where's you back up?
Your clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches
That bottle across your head got you leaking, loosing focus
See this is what we mean when we shut down the club
Niggaz started gangsta walkin, so we tear the bitch up
We some shittin hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects
Left the police, cause we know we the suspects
Make you wonder what's next
Bitch guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get your
Ass beat 4 real
My advice would be 2 chill
In time nigga see, you'll get caught without a warning and get your
Ass whooped quick bitch

[Chorus 16x]
Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)




Standing In The Rain - Billy Talent



My head, it hurts, each day it's getting worse,
My looks and smile have now become my curse,
Tight lips, red skirt the never ending street,
Big car, little man, my lover for a fee...

So if ya see me will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me, well, I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you!

Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983,
Standing in the rain...
20 years of dirty needles, rain drops running through my veins!

My head, it hurts, each day it's getting worse,
No sun, my room has now become my hearse,
Cold sores, I'm beat, got bruises on my feet,
My pride, these men have taken it from me!

So if ya see me will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me, well, I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you!

Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983,
Standing in the rain...
20 years of dirty needles, rain drops running through my veins!
Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983,
Standing in the rain...
20 years of dirty needles, rain drops running through my veins!

So if ya see me will ya just drive on by
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me, well, I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you!

Standing in the rain...
Standing in the rain...
Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby mother I have lost my way...
Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983,
Standing in the rain...
20 years of dirty needles rain drops running through my veins
Standing in the rain...
Mother I have lost my way...
Standing in the rain...
Mother I have lost my way.




2 Pac - Ambitionz Az A Ridah




[1] - [2Pac singing in background 2X]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

[1] - [2Pac speaking over background]
Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
That get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches

[2] - [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
Police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..

[2] - [2Pac speaking over background]
Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind nigga
My ambitions as a ridah!
My ambitions as a ridah!

[2Pac]
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, "Fuck it," cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
While she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe"
Equipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
To my amibitions as a ridah

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
[singing] My ambitions as a ridah
[singing] Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

[Tupac]
(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
Above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!)
That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
(Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds
Niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
Didn't diminish my powers
So now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
Gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
The cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggaz that played me,
And all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
To my ambitions as a ridah

[Chorus 2.5X]

SK8IN'




Dustin Doin' Kick Flip in Mission This Pic Is Sick Mann














Inside the Fire - Disturbed


Devon
Won�t go to heaven
She's just another lost soul, about to be mine again
Leave her
We will receive her
It is beyond your control
Will you ever meet again?


Devon
No longer livin�
Who had been rendered unwhole
As a little child
She was taken
And then forsaken
You will remember it all
Let it blow your mind again


Devon lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal
Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
End your grief with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her


Sever
Now and forever
You're just another lost soul, about to be mine again
See her
You'll never free her
You must surrender it all
If you'd like to meet again


Fire
For your desire
As she begins to turn cold one final time
You will shiver
Till you deliver
You will remember it all
Let it blow your mind again


Devon lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal
Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
End your grief with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her


[Guitar Solo]

Take me away Yeah!

[Guitar Solo]


Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
In your grave with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her


Devon
No longer livin�
Who had been rendered unwhole
As a little child
She was taken
And then forsaken
You will remember it all
Let it blow your mind again



Tech N9ne - Caribou Lou




(its like the ultimate party favor baby....youu know...2 cups and get her hopping out of clothes, caribou lou)

It's like-
151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

Half a bottle of 151
Off of the jug with cup of malibu rum
Baby that's what's up
Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pinapple juice, and it's crackin
The only defect is wakin up like "what happened?"
I like red light parties and fed right bodies
Who like, red like dolly and head right totties at night
Aribou kay
Ou-la
Terrible day
You pay the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
Toushay
Get the party jumping
Keep the hotties humpin
I like them thick and juicy
So don't pilate nothing
Drinkin to much lou you
You might be karate punchin
Or at the back of the club
Attending the naughty lunch-in
Satin,
Kool-aid getchu hella 151
November dog
So run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we done
Diddy dum
Bum biddy bum
Here kansas city come so give me some-

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

I see double
I see triple
Might be trouble
Might see pistols
We ain't tryin to hear you hata's suckin on sickles
We livin it up in to double it up on sizles?
One to your maybro
Unto your day go
Why i'm the one to drink you
Under the table
And all the ladies that were doing time
Want you to become a member of my drinkin club
You will find (tech n9ne)
Tryin to tell her truely get nudie
Yes i even do el words
In the fruity bazoodi
Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movie
If i'm heated, im off to get a caribou lou to cool me
(created) by tech nizzle and t-wizzle
One high day
We mixed it up
And then i say we drink caribou-bizzle like
I ladie
Originated in kasnas city, missouri
Since 1995 baby.

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gon' party till the cops come

151 rum
Pinapple juice, malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

Tar bender i need a drother nink
Release caribou lou and the party is utter kink
Insane mainy
Keep em' comin then i'll remain zany
Cause i'da say baby
I'm tryin to make you my main gamey
For the rest of the night
Girl you sexy and tight
Come to mi casa and see these shock reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock
Man i'm prawl i'll go
(ya i'll recruit em)
But ain't betten on crap and that's all i know
Yeap in my white tee and nikes
You might sight me slightly heifin
Might see dry heave
Die we shall not need i-v's
Beside me siamese
(tech, huh, you not makin any sense)
I might make her wanna Swa-wing a prada
But once i get up on em' i can do my thing i gotta (tech!)
Hey batta batta batta batta swa-ing a batta
He can hit he can hit he can hit swa-wing a batta

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gon party till the cops come

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
We gon party till the cops come

151 rum
Pinapple juice, and malibu, caribou, get them all numb
Make baby girl come
Out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop till the cops come





It goes 151,
Malibu rum
Pinapple juice
Baby we havin some fun- yeah

I'd like to give a big shout out to caribou lou
Cause i'm drinking it,
And they ain't paying me for it
(not yet hah)





Mystikal - Shake Ya Ass



Mmm! mmm, mmm, mmm
Oooh-oooh!

[hook - repeat 2x]
Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with

[verse 1]
I came here with my dick in my hand
Dont make me leave here with my foot in yo ass; be cool
And dont worry bout how Im rippin this shit
When Im flippin what Im kickin nigga, thats just what I do
Im effervesecet and Im off that crescent
Nastier than a full grown german shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin
They dont fuck with me and they dont
Yall bitches cant catch me and you wont
Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy
Got prada for my boonapalist, and (? ? ) from debussy(? ? )
You think Im trickin? bitch, I aint trippin
Im buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg
Drinkin henn and actin like it do somethin to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty
And fuck that coward you need a real nigga
Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit
Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with!

[hook]

[chorus]
Attention all yall players and pimps
Right now in the place to be (shake ya ass)
I thought I told yall niggas before
Yall niggas cant fuck with me (watch yourself)
Now this aint for no small booties
No sir cause that wont pass (show me whatcha workin with)
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then momma come shake ya ass

[hook]

[verse 2]
I like my women fire like cay-enne!!
Chocolate and bowlegged - when Im runnin up behind her!!
Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the cock out
For girl dont lie you know you wanna go back to my house
The man right chea wanna get under that dress right there
You spicy cajun we gon a good time over there
You better suck the head on them there crawfish
And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this
Handle yo business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong
So if you talkin bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by
Get yo fine ass on the floor girl this yo fuckin song!
Do yo thang dont be scared, cause you gon get served
You get mine then you gon get yours
Bout to make yo ass love it
Raise it up, show the g-string hustlin hustlin

[chorus]

[hook]

[verse 3]

Stop yo cryin hefer I dont need all that
Got a job for you the braided up pimp is back
Break them handcuffs, fuck a nigga move somethin
They ask you what you doin say ooohh nothin
And we been doin for the past 2 somthin,
Been beatin that pussy up now smooth fuckin
You can betcha bottom, that pussy fire, you gon holla while you cry
So don't be actin like you don't be backin that stuff up,
Girl in the club thats what you got ass for,
Wobble wobble I'm infatuated
Bitch ride that dick like she makin a baby
Now I see that we gon have to go to a queit corner for just of two,
Don't worry about who lookin, just keep doin what you do
Nigga like me gon get to workin for I know the girl
Bitch whats happnin' let em see
Show the world.

[Chorus]

(hook) x2

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08:30pm | Sep 19, '08 | Comments(2)
Shit Sorry Guys Just Found Out Mena's Not Really Out Of Da Country But He Is However Out Of Da City So I Geuss Dats Alright But We Still Get A Lil Global Cooling lol