'cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch Tropical every last Thursday of the month Daddy
thing; and won't tell y'all nothin else" "Mama.." [Yo-Yo] Growin up was crazy, in my days we got our ass kicked Mama didn't play no ? cause talkin back
I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese [Chorus] [Verse Three: Puffy Daddy and Mase] -Puffy Daddy
us. Now for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips,
sto-sto stoner bitch (repeat x2) {Potluck} My stoner bitch got ass for days the munchies make her thick She help me grow my plants And she knows a couple tricks
tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks
pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce About the days she
smoka, grinnin' like the joker I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin' shit But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't shit But a ho and trick on
lines of coke dat I cut wit drano and her nose starts to bleed the most beautiful ruby red i been gettin high since back in junior high the problems i had back
like a photo Music mixed mellow maintains to make Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks I'm everlastin', I can go on for days and days With rhyme displays
could picture, like a photo, Music makes mellow, maintains to make, Melodies for MCs, motivates the breaks. I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
Criss Angel (a famous magician) Taste the hood fame Cant complain When i grip woodcane From the pimp to the ghetto to that im Batman Rabbit in the hat the trick
him "yo what's up with that? " He said "there ain't no christmas kid" and I can't get him back Back in the days, christmas was deep
'm losing you, tell me then I'll double back But keep in mind, at the time 'Keep It Real' was the phrase Silly once said, now, but those were the days
to West Palm Call me the butcher man The cookie cook it man I got a soft You wanna hard I guess I'll burn it then (Trick Daddy Hook): Trick Daddy Dollars
the street Tricky If i was a rich man Daddy G Da da dada Tricky I quietly observe standing in my space It's the devious days they call the rat race
' on the street I don't understand Turnin' tricks to get some some food to eat I don't understand There's a mama prayin' to God to bring her baby back