B.G.

(feat. Big Tymers and Hot Boy$) Verse One: Baby Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough While my lil B.G.'s on the bus puttin out cigarette butts But me personally playboy I don't give a fuck And I'ma always show love to my cut Hit the club light tha b

This here's a tale for all the fellas Tryin to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause ya over-zealous Play hard to get females get jealous Okay smarty go to a party Girls are scantily clad and showin body A chick walks by you wish you could

[B. G.] I f**k with them junkies, killers, and car jackers N****s who stalk n****s with work and kidnap 'em Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas N****s who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers If you're ballin', then ball - you're sh

Shit's just to real, respect my mind I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit droppin rap after rap like we

Intro: What's happenin New Orleans, It's ya favorite boy my man kickin it Fresh, ya heard everything has cleared up, including your ulgy baby mommas face, just a little weather man humor. Were standing right here on Uptown bg Avene. Where bg has brou

[Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen (Buh buh buh buh bip) I have a special guest gangsta (Buh buh buh buh bip) Back for the first time ya heard (Buh buh buh buh bip) Along with Fresh [Raps] If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang I see ya