Lyrics:
Cos I come out the womb wearing stoney
With a zoot and a cup, I'm looking all cozy
Without no fans, I was on my lonelys
Surrounded by cunts like I'm
mother played on the world
Seventeen doctors couldn't decide
whether I should be allowed in the game.
What can't monsters get along with other
Don't need shit
But my talent to get all these clicks
Ya'll for kids with ya' goddamn tricks
You only fire if you rub two sticks
I'm Doritos nigga, I got
Ride round' with my heat tucked, keep the chop up in the Lamb(orghini)
My parlay hit for fifteen hundred, I'm a fortune teller
I got Marni on my shirt,
licks
Then I fucked your bitch
And she did some tricks, sittin' on my dick
Let me get it with the drop drop, ooh, ooh
Ooh i'm dabbin'
Dabbin' I'm
y'all sucka ass niggas, uh
Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you ain't rappin right nigga
Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga
Supposed
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
a sweetheart
She gave me head in a cheap car
In the back seat, we are not alike
I'm a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
Say one word to me wrong, then
It's
Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked
Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like
around with her fucking roof off
Titties out, pass the poupon
She cheap, I can buy her ass with some coupons
That's all I got
40 got the rest
Yeah
You
cheating
There's something wrong with being a tyrant
There's something wrong with winning unfairly
All of those things are bad
You should be a monster
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
can't see the difference between good and bad
Unbalanced by a non-existent threat my mind plays tricks on me
Staying sane, I can't take that bet 'cause
is green
Niggas be claiming they bosses
But they sweet like Boston Baked Beans
Don't rendezvous with lames man
Surround me by them real G's
Party in
occams razor
Wait a minute hey
You you don't know you don't know
You gave hope to everyone
You don't know throw those cheap tricks out the door
You don't
Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Yeah, I'ma ride
Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Yeah, I'ma ride
Matter fact get ya cats
Imma call my kanes
Huh? What?
Where all that rage?
Cal with the scope
Give me all that range
I ain't worried cheap shots
Only time
my lyrics
Gearin towards buildin a different appearance
Lil adjective monster you still gon be fearin
As soon as I start with the lyrics they cheerin
I'm insane
Anyways
Favorite attack is when I come around the back
I got that same old cheap flow runnin', all the words are still intact
You don't know
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
and money cost time
Not bout cash don't talk to me
Damn
Talk to me
Aye Ay talk is cheap
Watch from the side nigga parking seat
Speed to the bank uh pardon me
that this was the best song to start the album with. It's rough, strange, and hard to put your finger on... like much of 'Sin'.
This song 'lyrically'
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