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at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
Playing cards and smoking cigars 'til the sun came up
Or was it going down for the night?

[CHORUS:]
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
Just don't get yourself busted by the man
Tell them Dallas
Yea we filled us up a dump truck load
And the farm looked like the yellow brick road
Ain't
the hem of your dress
I would rise like a lion, strike out again
The faithful they wait, the faithful they wait
By the sign

Near the town where we
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick

(Is he dead?)

You can run but you can't hide, I find ya
Just when you think the shit is over,
feel your persona distortion ordered by martyrs 
Who martyr self for martyr's sake
Wow fame, if notoriety grew adjacent a jealous dick
really counterfeit 
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick 
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus 
To me women had to be saints,
and 1930s most American cars and farm machinery had the option of running on gas or on methanol; most racing cars still do run on methanol. And George
need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big
state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
B****es throwin' p**** back and forth, they on my dick
Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your
the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant

That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake
The little homie
a plain old bitch
Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night
Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right
Workin hard to blow up, now you
wet 
From the best turned vet 
Learned to speak direct 

My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
picked that Truth beat
I was figuring I was gonna do some more work
But s*** just went poppin off like that. I was stayin in Chicago

I had my own
that will make you funk 
Intimidated by his 14 year old 
At 97 he's a different kind of funk 

We push together like a perfect hand and tongue 
You
you want 
Baselines and snares that will make you funk 
Intimidated by his 14 year old 
At 97 he's a different kind of funk 

We push together like
that shit last
I was used to have no cash, I got gat
White trash, why they want to sign my ass?
Ninety-two the whole industry was on my dick
I signed
wet 
From the best turned vet 
Learned to speak direct 

My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
that will make you funk 
Intimidated by his 14 year old 
At 97 he's a different kind of funk 

We push together like a perfect hand and tongue 
You
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
wet 
From the best turned vet 
Learned to speak direct 

My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
of power we're known to turn on one another
We're seen wherever 'help wanted' signs are hung
Slave driven to get a white man's job done
We're likely to take