I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID
Sure y'all don't try me it's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag that glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I ain't got nuthin' but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin' to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga
That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half [unverified]
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably 'cause we too fucked up
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look
I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my girl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile
(Crocodile)
And I'll serve ya, see Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel
(Cowel)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black Nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim, and that's for real
(Rest In Peace)
So in your memory I pop a pill, [unverified] the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level
That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'ma put two labels on my back and start walking
(Start walking)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug, with my thugs
(I thug, my thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up nigga
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

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track 5

Body Head Bangerz: Volume One
Roy Jones Jr.

Beat doctorLets welcome 'em Body Head styleI smoke, I drank I tote that ironYeah I'm ridin through your neighborhoodBumpin, blowin on some goodI keep a Glock and got a big drop underneath my hoodI'm from AtlantaOl' school like some grey vannahRight up the street from Florida, Tennessee and AlabamaI keep 'em workingKeep a pistol, cause these niggas shadyI hit Louisiana just to say whats happenin babySay I'm a timer, diamonds all up in my watch pieceThe Whip painted chrome please make 'em watch meI smoke and drank wanna stop but I can'tSo I guess smoking an drankin all the way to the bank to the bankI'm switchin lanes rollin up purple stank stillSippin that purple stuff cause I'm addicted to drankI smoke, I drank I'm supposed to stop but I can'tI'm a dogI love hoesAnd I'm addicted to money, cars and clothesDo it big thenDo it big niggaDo it big niggaDo it big niggaNow I ain't got nothing but dick for you ho'sI won't tripAin't sick for you ho'sAin't got nothin to give to no niggaDeal with no niggaChill with no niggaI'm a keep a stack of that funny smelling tobaccoHeater in my handNigga ready to act upGot damn foolIgnorant mutha fucka, bout to lose my coolLet me smoke a KoolSo I can calm my nervesFind me a duck, get some head in the burbI'm a fool with them ho's niggaThat's my wordShow me a dimeAnd I bet I'm getting servedEverybody know me probably saw me half cockedDrunk, high in the clubBout to get it hotLouisanna niggaDown here we gets buckAnd if we ain't fightinIt's probably cause we're to fucked upI drink good and hell I feel fineBut see I'm a Young Blood bitch and I'm highNo I don't sip wineBoy I sip Goose see18 shots of Petrone done got me looseNow we're buying out the barWe pourin up them dranksTryin to stop this madnessI'm slizzered but so I can't seeThis is how we do it my nigga down in the SouthCan't stand a fuckin haterNow go on and stomp 'em outCuz see we do it real bigBitch I'm a dogRollin with my nigga MagicWe bout to ballIn the club shakin hoesStraight up out the doorI'm serving in my Chevy about to let these niggas knowThat Roy gone ballCause Roy got breadRoy ain't got to smoke or drank he gets headRoy keep at least six women up in the bedRoy do it bigCause Roy got it madeBody HeadLet me see you niggasUh uh stompUh uh stompUh uh stompJig, Jig, JigJig, Jig, JigOh what you thought we was goin somewhere... sike!Body Head Bangers Vol 1 ya heard me