slow My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X I move around off beat, creatin' more styles Showin' white boys
toy on them alloys boy Mami like boy, I move so quik I'm the good dick boy, so slick.. .. boys so click wit' my - Boy I'ma stick wit' my - Boy That my
two hundred fifty on concrete Moved patiently and silently, you dialing nigga [Chorus] [Z-Ro] I watch my life pass me by, in the blink of an eye Another stick
Trying to clown me, so I got afraid and I got buzzed Out of frustration came aggravation Depression coming down in my mind Kept a nigga confused and straight crying Dying, from sweet sticks
of the night Told two niggas better defeat the world fo fish (fo fish) The killas fo spot, fo block and fo clock I move more hoes lets go hot when I'
the opposite out this bitch Had to get my ri-ide on Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to Had to had to get these chips Had to make moves like Olajuwon
You ever seen a walking unsolved mystery Mysterious mind is why people can't figure me Ow ouch oops! This lil' pistol keeps sticking me In the side and
shit wild hot Busta:We got Kamaal Complete, we make the shit wild hot Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust Yo, we make the shit wild hot Both:All y'all rude boys
grin Grab that butt with both hands Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then See I'm gon' hit her then Switch up and stick her friend
barely smoke blunts, now We into real estate We fuckin with Donald Trump now When you know who Told them boys what I been rappin for years all of a sudden I'm hot
's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket) In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly All the boys was tailin
so I ain't upset I threw the drop on, Michael J's in the top gone The inside's butter like microwave popcorn Stop drawing, it's gonna be hard to move
slice of Cheese all up on this cracka Phenomenal flow bein better Than webby is non probable If it's even possible yo Rockin a show droppin it My brain moves
gotta stick together out here; ain't no love So we gotta love each other you feel me? [Chorus] Are you my homeboy? Or is you out to get me? Yea you talk that hot
place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury 2-bedroomed apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails it's a hot day it's a, it's a hot
as i move to the light, im in hot pursuit with success in my sight, so ive got to shoot and its, locked and loaded, hammercock exploded its best not to hold it (hot
out of somethin You handle your biz, and don't be cryin and sufferin [Turk] We got this thing locked, ha Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot