get it crackin' It's six years and countin' if you think I'm a joke Me gettin' served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin' broke It's 'bout time they
what you beeping at It's like the summers a natural afradesiac And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme To hit you and get you equipped for the summer
out huntin' an' girls doin' likewise Honkin' at the honey in front of you with the light eyes She turn around to see what you beepin' at It's like the
niggas tell me, I remind 'em of rich 'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus trips Hoppin' out a rough six with sweats and scuffed kicks
Money, power, and respect Whatchu' need in life Money, power, and respect When you eatin' right Money, power, and respect Help you sleep at night You
streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you
and a few heats You really wanna test my name? And test my game? Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles Hit you up in your
niggas in the world more thorough than this (bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips like 2 thirds of a brick (penaro and kiss) and kiss
no niggas in the world more thorough than this (Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss) And kiss
Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out their digits Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can kick it You see my six tail-lights when I'm at the stop light Go
subject to change, I mess around And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave
And a whole half a gallon, get to dialin', 911 emergency And you can tell 'em, it's my son he's hurtin' me And he's a felon on parole for robbery Ain
you wanna be me They every Halloween, they want to be me They every Halloween, they want to be me A gorilla, a buffer fish and a bag lady All made love and
you just let me fuck you Now bitch, I know you's a freak So let me get a little kiss on your cheek And a fuck to go with that Come on, nympho, let me
And while you're there, you can kiss my ass Take your paycheck, and send me half And I'll send you God's autograph I'll get you Allah's, and Buddah's
the spell And if you come to me hungry You know I'll feed you full of my grits And if it's lovin' you want I can kiss you and give you the shivering
dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
better than the lottery Don't lie to me, yeah, you a hot commodity Six figures I give ya just to ride with me Why fly coach? Baby girl, ride with me '