for me in your life Cause i want it all Or nothing at all There's nowhere left to fall It's now or never Is it all Or nothing at all There's nowhere
never even seen this part of Pussy Town before" It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit What the fuck happened? Who, who the fuck got your pussy all
re shutting it down And now we're prowling niggas from alleys Cloning our sound, we found your town Now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go Many if all
A bay bay! Im straight gangsta From my feet and cat down to my ankles Cant forget my feet Beef`s to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all Thought that
dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young
going backwards down runways Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up Stopped at
m still in the game All my life all I wanted was a few hoes If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto' Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that school All
like an Oak town mack I'm in the house y'all, I'm like peeser, y'all Rat heads get nothing but cheese, y'all Or get slapped, put up your dukes I kick
it's true Everything they say about Playboy Too I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice I drink g-juice and wouldn't cut it with ice From the Eastside baby, Oakland town
or 909 (beat!) So I can rock ya all night Long (She's!) on my tip, she loves my song (He!) tried to do it but did it Wrong (Freaks!) wanna get me all
say Girl that's your life Girl why you smoking that hype To the girls girls all the girls Real long hair or short curls Here's to you a special toast Its all
songs Making those words to sing along I'm fresh yea fresh as that So dang fresh I know the deal I'm from Oakland, California the big O-town Too $hort
all unified you see it's all Jesus. *(Too $hort)* BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! *(Too $hort talking)* Man what's it all
Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin' down Gotta get that paper y'all That's right, uhh Uh huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper chase y'all,
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
turn us down New shit (Swollen) New Sheriff's in town You about to know me in a big way It's Moka O, the name that all the kids say Hey, I hope you know
