take a man home Where your mommy and your daddy at? Just because a player got a Cadillac You wanna lay in the back, with your face in his lap All you
not all about getting that steak 'Cause what is a girl without a lot of bank? A bump and a grind and she's on her knees The way it is now, you might catch a
know what she said Smoking on a joint gettin some bomb-ass head Bitch said her name was Theresa All on my dick like cheese on pizza In the A-T-L where
gotta go I flew to L.A. just last week Jumped in the limo, checked in the suite Made a few calls, it's time to go Bust a few rhymes at the studio You
'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benz's I'm broke I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime Of hurtin
see what's up He said meet me at the studio at two o'clock I got dressed, smokin on some serious dank Grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank
the prowl, all the time Tryin knock every bitch so they all be mine And I ain't never, ever gone change my ways Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a
, you don't need help All you need to do is something else Cause mc rapper's are all around And sucka mc's are like bloodhounds Sniffing away, to find a rhyme
going to a store about a month ago Met another girl that just loved my show We talked for a while and it was all about Having big fun later on at her
bring her here if she ain't a real live h*** Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback And f*** a couple ***, I need a fo' by fo' pack 16 ***,
brain, they're sick as hell Jolly good fun, you'll die dancin' Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
knockin' at my door, oh who could it be Big baller with the sawed off, choppin' off all below your knees I testify, not glorify, when I get high, tell all
sense fuck you I'm a go smoke sens Don't start a fight with me I don't care I'll bite your teeth Get in ya shit like a colostomy impossible to compete
Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little
chronic sack I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did I was at unimpressionable age through a
if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask I'm a criminal 'Cuz every time I write a rhyme These people think it
my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a glad You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture I'm the miracle whip, a