I got a feeling nigga grilling and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like honey where the roof Pull up in a darkskin nerrys dey going roof Even once had a job pouring top on her roof Dat boy had it hard no forsaw it’s da truth So now when I manaj and get massaged it’s da proof Proofs in dat pudding and dat baking sodas taking Paper dat would make… take dem photos naked Listening to niggas finga I’m chillen on 20 million I flip my middle finga I’m chillen on 20 million Da room has turned me on I’m masterbating at da top These hoes so excited to dey cathing every drop I’m dodging the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weedbury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream barn got high I still do both but somehow I got by Preflo payedmike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight, Kimbo slice on da pad when I write Dat may why the money looking funny in the light but wouldn’t really care if u just throw it in the air Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair Excuse me her weeve the blue is her weed Trunk full of white… smell like blue cheese Dat boy get salad beefbow movement BM dubs on dem big thangs popping Tip on da glock from a crip up in comptonshooting at da cops, fuck 1 time I gave her 2 da block I fucked 1 time we boys in da hood and nigga u lil trey so press ya appetite we taking ya lil tray Love my handgun but my choppa shill da shit Banned in 1994 but I’m 2 legit 2 quit 99 to 6 kilos was the shit but dat be batter den roofing …
Tha 4th track off Bun B’z new album II Trill feat. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8Ball & MJG…ENJOY! lyrics: Thanks for watching this video, as a gift have this complimentary calltone, which friend can you set this tone for? get it at: www.ringtonefreedom.com bun b (talking) Man fo real I love being from the dirty south mane It made me the GI am today made me the hustla I am today the grinda, the baller, the gangsat I am today A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin from the south but we doin well n the south mane, but ima tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we ain’t goin no mutha f**kin where take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho. bun b: It’s that candy paint, 84s belts and buckles chrome and grill leather seats, stitched and tucked TV screens and wooden wheels Swade roof, neon lights whole tire swang and bang top drop, blades chop big wheel just hangin man white ts, fitted hats jordans or da dickies (dickies) that swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey 15s bamin and the base keep kickin cadillac do slammin on dem 4 4s tippin we ain’t trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (when they see us) cause they can neva beat us best us or be us I’m a G thats a genius besta just respect my duggie man it’s the south, ain’t nothin above it and thats why I love it mane fo real. Rick Ross: Pray at night, we sellin white Got one key trine sell it twice Yellow stones all …
The real Rick Ross talks with filmmaker Kevin Booth in this clip from a series of interviews conducted by telephone from Texarkana FCI for the production of AMERICAN DRUG WAR: the last white hope. freewayenterprise.blogspot.com http
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