like Trapper John M.D., yea, that's what folks tell me I plan on going far and be a star like Marcus Welby So there, dear, uhum, you suit though Yes,
up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man I think that he just fell up the teat and shown enough So you better change the station and keep them throwin up
LT;/a> Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium! Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside Cruisin down 5th Ave., makin love in your ride
away from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that? Button down
the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block
flip and spend up all they dough and don't front money, act like you know We give it up to the Brook-lyn malls We give it up to the Uptown malls Cause
road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without
, you're in my medicine ball friends [Verse 2:] All my westside bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man I think that he just fell up
from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that? Button down
They don't feel you You're taking this shit too far Who do you think you are Hang my suit up in the armoire Everyday I hate you more and more Throw down