help me out I need a sweet I really do I need a sweet to get me right I need a sweet everyday and everynight I need a sweet can I smoke a few [Verse
I need a sweet can I smoke with you I need a sweet to get me right I need a sweet everyday and everynight [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I need a sweet
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from
a cat, but I won't like a cat, I'll figure I'd rather, play the thigh kisser, sister I don't die swift and yo I'm not a quitter So umm, let me place
wit me grab your *** for B.I.G. I need you to dance, I need you to strip I need you to shake your little *** and hips (Let's go) I need you to grind
of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met Teachers taught us ?
dawgs I'm shoppin' with them, 'cause I ain't trickin' for a broad I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get paid Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time
it street dreams you niggas sweet I ain't skip a beat I'm still spitting like I'm missing teeth I'm so sick man I took it over with no permission I'm
can hear his sweet golden signing voice Ring out into the night over the town of South Park I am gopher boy Pondering reality I am gopher boy Who will
his sweet golden singing voice, ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park. "I am gopher boy pondering reality, I am Gopher Boy, who
we say "goddamn fucker" I think I shaked her and I thing I drug her Hubba, Hubba, Hubba Hubba, Hubba, Hubba I think I slammed her on the damn rugga I think I
one Po the four one Sometimes I'm real selfish and I'll smoke my weed with no one You know me I'm young happy p Kick back aand blow a sweet While my
From smuggling a cross the ocean Just clowning with the three wheel motion Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet I flip the cash but my stash flips faster Cause I
nuts on every G i know I love when you holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be on your side when you need my help Thug Girl living in a gansta world Chorus (
I down critical Street stamina dammin' a cop Slammin' a punk, and jam in my funk Guard my grill with steel, on Sundays I kneel I'm the man with the
Meredith Baxter Burney, not not about splitting wood in your eyes! Meatloaf: Your right.. Chef: Here, have a taco Meatloaf: Ah, a taco! great, I need a
gone Like a splinter I enter So why should I throw my blows in those Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride
