Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
I'm fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
I'm fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
("Check it out, I got some bitches wit' me too though.")
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.   
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
("This is how I like to ride, feel me on this.")

Yo, I roll wit' nothin' but them pretty bitches ("One."),
them witty bitches. ("Two.")
Them neva-actin'-shitty bitches, ("Three.")
tattoo on the titty bitches. ("Four.")
Fine bitches, ("Five.")
them always on my mind bitches. ("Six.")
You-got-the-money,-I-got-the-mothafuckin'-time bitches. ("Seven.")
Them slick bitches, ("Eight.")
ain't-scared-to-suck-a-dick bitches. ("Nine.")
Them rich bi
A Commercial lyrics

Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on MTV! A rockin' bankroll
extravaganza featuring all your vigilante rock stars! Sammy
Hagar:Sylvester Stallone:Clint Eastwood. It's so important we've even
exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd! This ain't no sissy concert to raise
food for the needy; this concerts whipped up the American way to raise
money for guns for the greedy! So st
tches, ("Ten.")
them 'who you callin' bitch?' bitches. ("Eleven.")
Quick to blast bitches, ("Twelve.")
all about the cash bitches. ("Thirteen.")
Them hit-yo'-stash-and-give-it-to-Drunken-Mast bitches. ("Fourteen.")
Live bitches, ("Fifteen.")
them fuck-you-and-your-wife bitches. ("Sixteen.")
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches. ("Seventeen.")
Freak bitches, ("Eighteen.")
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches. ("Nineteen.")
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets bitches. ("Twenty.")
Them pretty nail bitches, ("Twenty-one.")
bail-me-outta-jail bitches. ("Twenty-two.")
Them keep-me-focused-while-I'm-tryin'-to-get-this-mail bitches. ("Twenty-three.")
Cheddar Chase bitches, ("Twenty-four.")
them never actin' fake bitches. ("Twenty-five.")
Quick-to-put-they-foot-up-the-ass-of-
All Of Reality lyrics

Help me, please help me, the faces are dyingEverything's dying, but only for meNobody's crying and nobody's smilingExpressions for feelings are long since goneAll of reality as it comes to meFalse sensuality is our destinyPatterns are drown in an opened presenceThe words and the lightsDesperately dancing, shouting in fearCold, fervent regression of the
hem-out-of-place bitches. ("Twenty-six.")
Them blaze a sack bitches, ("Twenty-seven.")
meet-me-on-the-'Lac bitches. ("Twenty-eight.")
Them pack-the-gat bitches, ("Twenty-nine.")
always got yo' back bitches. ("Thirty.")
Classy bitches, ("Thirty-one.")
them sexy when they sassy bitches. ("Thirty-two.")
'Call me Janet, Miss Jackson if ya nasty' bitches. ("Thirty-three.")
Out of town bitches, ("Thirty-four.")
help me put it down bitches. ("Thirty-five.")
Hangin' 'round, give me pussy by the pound bitches. ("Thirty-six.")
Them do-it-all bitches, ("Thirty-seven.")
keep me standin' tall bitches. ("Thirty-eight.")
'You say you ballin', nigga? Meet me at the mall' bitches. ("Thirty-nine.")
On-the-grind bitches, ("Forty.")
nickel-plated nine bitches. ("Forty-one.")
'Press rewind if the pussy don't blow ya
Sim lyrics

A dor ? coisa real
Que a gente est? aprendendo a abra?ar
E n?o temer
A velha est?ria do mal
T?o conhecida
Que j? nem pode mais nos assustar
O amor ? uma coisa real
E a gente nunca deve se esquecer
De festejar
Cada momento pr? n?s
? pura alegria
? tudo o que a vida tem pr? dar
Vem pegar o que ? seu
A gente ama
A gente odeia
Mas nossa palavra ? sim
Viver ? coisa irreal
U
mind' bitches. ("Forty-two.")
Neat bitches, ("Forty-three.")
them Presidential Suite bitches. ("Forty-four.")
Expitidions and the Navigator Jeep bitches. ("Forty-five.")
Them double-team bitches, ("Forty-six.")
fuck you 'til you scream bitches. ("Forty-seven.")
Menage a trois like it's a mothafuckin' dream bitches. ("Forty-eight.")
Scandelous bitches, ("Forty-nine.")
them bitches in the streets. ("Fifty.")
Now add these bitches up,
I'm fifty, I'm fifty bitches deep.

Drunken Master comin' through with an ill crew.
Fifty niggaz deep and I'm growin' like mildew.
Drunken Master comin' through with an ill crew.
Fifty bitches deep and I'm growin' like mildew.

"I'll tell you what.
Why don't you and your bitches get wit' me and my niggaz
and we can set this mothafucka off Drunkenstyle.
Feel me?"