-
with bandanas. Listen to my homeboy Santana Verse 2 Juelz Santana. Y'all niggas can't * with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy). Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy). Get him call his (Boy
-
Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right. Cause we gonna take a ride tonight. So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right. And we gonna get it on tonight. Juelz Santana. Yo, Now I was downtown
-
ain't gotta take it. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne! We need more bottles tell ma hurry up. Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America. Gimme
-
ain't gotta take it. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! Pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne!. Oh! We pop champagne! We need more bottles tell ma hurry up. Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America. Gimme
-
-
' out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy). Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up. Ma it's just a * girl get it out pick on up. They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas. Listen to my
-
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana. Come on, man, let's do It Can I get a, yeah, yeah, everywhere. Up, down, left, right. Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on). Roll wit me, its santana. I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great. * wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke! Juelz Santana. Now I got more than my swagger back
-
Intro - Juelz Santana. Uh, Santana, let's do it. Yeah, DipSet. . Verse 1 - Juelz Santana. Man where ever I go, I hold it down. I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down). These
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
hear him say Chorus You helped me work when we was twelve and a half. You said Cam, what the f**k dog, we twelve and a half. That house cost millions, twelve and a half. But I still got them
-
, what's good?. Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?. Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house. Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?. . Kay Slay. You know how we get down, East
-
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed. Put 'em to bed now. I said put 'em to bed now. Do it, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down. DipSet, bitch, Juelz Santana, ay Grip to it, kick to it. * that, spit to it
-
-
(feat. J. Are. Writer). . Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on). Roll wit me, it's santana. I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great. * wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!. . Juelz Santana. Now
-
nothing to do with it. I know you pack like that. But Cam why you act like that. Shut up nigga clack clack clack. Pat pat pat. Rat tat tat. Put fear 'fore envy. Nigga I'm not in fear of any. I'll
-
drive across roads Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz. My man was a hell of a nigga, Incomprehensible wit the triggers. Whatever ethnic problem, dawg, better check it. Little Cam
