You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
YOu want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
And aye, the AK tear bones, Homes
Seldomely ever talk over cell phones
Or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes
Every whip, every bitch, every leather coat
Since '88 to right now I was never broke
Back then I was V'd up
With a nut cup, problem with the price nigga? see Buck
Never waitin' in line nigga, I bump
Pay everybody shit just to get to the front
Young, did I mention Twenty One?
With more houses that sell than Century Twenty One
Cops respect 'cause they know we big
And ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did
That M shit clean you out like ammonia
Imagine '89 fuckin' Appolonia.
Last name Robinson, first name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still masin'
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was freebasin'
I paved the way, showed ballers how to ride today
I chopped the roof off my ride that day
Imagine all the hate I made?
Used to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days
They would shoot up my cars
I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job
Flamboyant like a gold One-Ninety
With a side panel reading, I want you to find me
C'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit
When you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it
Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me ya'll
I'm from Virginia where the Southern draw
Don't mind me...
See, it's lil' Bucky, my jewels? husky
Connects like broads, I fuck 'em but they don't fuck me
Who owe me
