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Cowboy Mouth Crazy Bout Ya

the four-five Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest

keep it popping, so these haters coming to hate us (Get off, get off) I can answer you quicker than them Shall I begin keeping my mouth closed Keeping my mouth

you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get

to St. Louis, where they thinki they be buffin with gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup And the summer is kinda hot Hot enough to make ya

popping, so these haters coming to hate us (get off, get off) [Verse 1:] I can answer you quicker than them, Shall I begin keeping my mouth closed, keeping my mouth

to St. Louis, where they thinki they be buffin with gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup And the summer is kinda hot Hot enough to make ya

, paid them dues, suffered the pain Name now nigga known as Thai (pronounced Ty), Stay high above the friendly sky South park way, Minnie Mae mafia toppin ya, infrared glocking ya

, paid them dues, suffered the pain Name now nigga known as Thai (pronounced Ty), Stay high above the friendly sky South park way, Minnie Mae mafia toppin ya, infrared glocking ya