Lyrics:
wear curls, 'cause it ain't easy being peasy
Like a kung-fu flick, I'll stick you in the dick with my toothpick
Tell 'em, Rick (you hit them harder
wear curls, 'cause it ain't easy being peasy
Like a kung-fu flick, I'll stick you in the dick with my toothpick
Tell 'em, Rick (you hit them harder
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
Live niggaz, I love y'all for
days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin' i open my window
Jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die
Hope I get some
a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
and Mercedes niggaz (Forty-two)
Them rida niggaz, (Forty-three)
Them 'money on my mind' niggaz (Forty-four)
Violate-mine-and-I'ma-gon'-pop-you-wit'-this-nine
every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
High step in my timberland boots
Try flexin my niggas get loose
Dry by with yo bitch in my coupe
She
Throw neck while I put it in cruise
High step in
bullets
AK and a vest, nigga
What? What you thought? I forgot how to spit?
Spit hot shit that stick like
The top of my dick
Walk when I talk so my words
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your momma to get off of my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it,
want you to fuck my homegirl.
Baby, you like the way I suck your dick, don't you.
OOoohhh. You love the way I lick your balls.
Verse 2:
[Daz]
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
live, but this way, all that's dead
So act like you know, black
It's the mega don, check the stat
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
[chorus 2x]
[profes]
Check
fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
the leg watch that boy do a split
I swear if I'm sliding with Jefe its two sticks
Talking on live and I swear he wont do shit
Mention my name on the net
feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't think twice
Thought I wanted you for my life
Now I guess it's just a waste of time
Whole crew feelin' like
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