golds in they mouth

them boys from the south. got golds in they mouth. don't trust them when this sun drought. cause them boys will take you out

nigga thuggin' in the hood so i'm still in the game

i'm out that calliope nigga

bout to let my nuts hang

i'm a no limit soldier and we running the streets

respect my hood screaming cp3!

big boz uptown nigga holding it down

my lil cousin hot boy the new mayor of the town

c-murder and wango got the jets on lock

and me and silkk

we the new fucking keys to the block

you got the dizzoe? then meet me by the sizzoe

me and big kirk

uncle nut

by a fizzoe

d and hoy posted up by the nolia

see jeeko and mutsi

they soldiers

you come short in my hood

then you get delt with

we take head shots like preacher man

you want feel shit

we throw it off like them boys in texas

lil jay and lil keith

in a chrome grill lexus

me and green in a navi

jump off boys. jumping off like it's cali

roll through the lou

holla at nelly

had two country girls shaking that thang in a telly

tank tops and bandannas

low riders on hammers

rolls royce's and bentley's on twenty inch sanders

atl

on my way to the gentlemen's club

j.d. and outkast showed me love

see trick at the grammy's

it was wack like the wammy's

i said

where's the baddest bicth?" he said