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0-10 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Home |
| Lyrics Submitted By: Boogie |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| Buckle Up Boy |
| Don't Give a fuck boy |
| Here The Guillotine |
| Big Ryder's With The rest of the Big Trunk boys |
| Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy |
| Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy |
| Don't Get Caught Up with my big truck boy |
| Fuck Up Dog!! |
| Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean |
| Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall |
| White On Black Tinted Windows |
| With the big black dog |
| Nigga Slippin Bitches |
| Toten |
| Trying To Get Knocked Off |
| Its With the corna Shit |
| Sidewalk |
| 3 6 Hard |
| Aint No Mutha Fucka know what's on my old man log |
| From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs |
| Ten hut but I can pay for it fog fog |
| Somebody follin me in my rear view |
| and it probably them lawyers |
| Thinkin im slanging that powder |
| But I aint bout to cop no charge |
| That's the pt crosier Double R no job |
| But I aint got no time im bout to ride to the fryer |
| Hope they don't bring my shit back cause he aint to far |
| If they take my shit strait over to business for war |
| im talkin better you got the yak yay |
| I said I aint got the day |
| I said you strait |
| Yes im on my way with my shit |
| THAT'S what I did broke off head |
| show me what's up that's what I said |
| Hot curds front light in the streets |
| woody wanted every small car 5 10 east |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| Tellin a motha fucka to strata |
| talk on the phone drinks grada |
| state troopers can kiss my ass |
| the rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust |
| Hit the city limit Lyrics start |
| Yellin "that's my truck" |
| Pull Up the red light |
| trying to watch which nigga bone get back bra |
| Packin towla gone rollin through town |
| catch up with the fella |
| with drug deals hooka's and stella's |
| better watch out for car jackers |
| some of the bitchs ass niggas jealous |
| Betta lock you tower girl |
| they comin to get yo need devoloped |
| uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's |
| them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator |
| on the back niggas standin dancin |
| Keepin this nigga on the Nextel wont even answer |
| some white nigga tryin to be like a snake |
| don't even know what's happening |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| Believe me niggas on 18 & 19 |
| 20 up tinted up piped up |
| tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up |
| hyped up iced up polo striped up might up |
| they want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks |
| Big house big car big dogs like big stuff |
| big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut |
| I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair |
| I turned on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there |
| lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls |
| these niggas live you might not see can the side walk |
| showing off with some thing mystikal |
| drip drop |
| He aught know being a dog he gone tag it |
| looking like he gone charge at me cut |
| nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine |
| put it 1 I put em with a cat fish |
| dangerous niggas having fun |
| holling at q we got a show in florida |
| here we come |
| (Chorus till fade) |
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