, chop Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo-lo, Your skinny nigga with the fo-fo Make more hot tips like off in Dodge City Elevation say
test, or is it just my time? Time for me to pay, for all the wrong I've did I forgot to be picked off, when I was just a kid A poison in my mind,
me ask about a sucka hater man they don't want ya the young boy double O represent the ask chip I get It In homie off the rip everytime I'm freestyling off
just off my word that's the proper Art of War Stay wit the Parker and the Porsche I don't trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up at the Lord The
if you don't enforce them? Unless you get it on tape It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape
Well man, I do the yacht You pull up in parking lots I pull up the dock like Yeahhh Macaroni greens and hamhocks, I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, Rock
know what time it is Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz It is off the lid, spot's type crazy Cats up in here got more bling than Baby I'm not ice rockin
lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Trick a bitch car payment off I'm a orangutan when the chain is off, nigga I set trip and I slowly blas With a axe,
yo my man Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock Empty off a lickin' off a
did I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block Cause we run around Newark with the nine
the master's lungs You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one You wanna test with the sess, well first off That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass To come trippin', find dirty got the perfect stash The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I would run Laughin' at them
[Intro - guy talking] Aiyyo Joe man whats good man Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit They runnin off to the Jakes man They talkin like you ain't hood nigga
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X Run up in the pussy
foxy brown] Sassy fox some brick money, cop me a drop You know how I run it, 600, glassy top Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks The red,