100S - '92 Gator lyrics

Intro from "The Other Guys" voiced by Will Ferrell You don't get it, there is a darkness inside of me. It wants to get out, wants to walk around. It wants some walking around money, and it wants to buy some shoes, and wants to, it wants to walk up to people and say "hey! Gator don't play no sh**! You hea- you feel me? Gator never been about that! Never, never been about playin' no sh**!" First Verse I was gone for a minute, laws of a menace Shake, pause, crept up out the door before she change draws She was a bust down why decide to trust now? Plus I got some business and a hair appointment uptown Bounce, shots fired, just another pierced tires Make her stop, b**h, I, 100s' style twitch eyes 100s drunk, grab thighs, skeeta mack, wear ties Realize the n***a takin' pussies on a test drive Let's ride, she look better from the left side Phone up in my right pocket post up on my left side Why rich hoes always got a big nose? 'N why weak b**hes always gotta share clothes? 'N why ho b**hes always gotta share dick- 'n think that we don't know we both hit it 'N that sh**, that's when bro n***a turn to the ho n***a, no n***a Just because you got the stage don't mean you got the flow, n***a Body(?) ain't sh**, might is what we strive fo' Taught since we was like fo'(4 years old), money what we die fo' Top is what we strive fo', even if we die po' Grind until my eyes close, f** I got a life fo'(ol?) --- Let her know, let her know, (?) the mack don't love a ho Let her see, let her see if she don't see the light then let her be Let her choose, let her choose, if she ain't with the program let her loose Set her free, set her free, that's the next n***a' job (?), now let her be --- Second Verse Never cap and save, you work your pack and save And when you pack and save you blow it on that weight Put it on that grave that you ain't never late- With that b**h that was astray and never catch you pay It gets sick out here, your main b**h out here 'N always broke, cause these n***as sellin' dick out here What can I do, but light two? sittin' by ya-by you Thinkin' 'bout more money and the next beat to write to Never bet A hand that you might lose Nice dudes finish last, yeah n***a, finish that A real skinny mothaf**a got game Work up on yo (Jimmy?) mothaf**a, yeah, really, mothaf**a Old silly mothaf**a, 'n they chillin', mothaf**a I'll be rockin' leatha 'til I hit a milli', mothaf**a So I might bend the corner at the red light, hair ties all up on the dashboard Give me what I ask for, sh**, it's almost past 4 (AM), I got a lot to laugh for, bag who*es, smash who*es, and exit out the backdoor p**y on tap, hot?, cold, 25 (?) Light skinned b**h, put yo p**y on my damn face Don't touch my sideburns, though --- Let her know, let her know, (?) the mack don't love a ho Let her see, let her see if she don't see the light then let her be Let her choose, let her choose, if she ain't with the program let her loose Set her free, set her free, that's the next n***a' (job ?), now let her be ---