Lyrics:
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
crackers in y'all bag
You say my name up in a song and I'ma kill yo' ass
And I ain't talking rap
North
started on her knees
She been getting smashed by the likes of me
Ask to smack her ass before you act like a creep
This is only in public
Better believe I
breakfast
Eew look at what I’m left with
Eew look at what I’m left with
Them stale ass bagels
From them stale ass labels
Stale like crackers
You stale ass
that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
You caught slippin crackers goin to find your ass not breathin,
A hundred holes in your ass and your body licking,
Nigga ridin with them
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones (well, damn)
Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone (go)
Drop my
that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash
Roderick and William they rode
Around New Orleans.
What a wonderful town
To see with thee.
Driven around by a fabulous girl.
What a wonderful town.
'Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
no cap
That's the way I be rappin
Blasting off like Team Rocket in a basket
Blasting off again ass dude
Master, bastard, goth, opinionated
Slashing off
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
I see your ass, over at the bar, try your best to fill up that bra
A double-D, sippin' bubbl-y and you'd give your life just to fuck with me
ass, over at the bar, try your best to fill up that bra
A double-D, sippin' bubbl-why and you'd give your life just to fuck with me
Reluctantly I walk
nigga drip in 37
I'm a 29th gitt
Rocking 37
I got 37 ways to send
Your ass to hell
Aye aye
How this gone go
Nigga only time can tell
Said you got gas
But
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Baghdad that ass up
Back up, listen
You know I'm an icon
Dirty up the China at the diner like I'm Taiwan
Put the bars first, make sure that the hoes last
bitch-made cracker, love yours, and I swear that Is all that you need
I shed tears by the river
By the river
From all the pain that I done felt
And I can't
I can't depend on anybody
Welcome to the South where we all duck the po-po's
Them crack-ass crackers like we workin' for Nabisco
Yeah, I work, but
(Damn, Spancy)
When I wake up gotta grab my fire
These niggas be waitin'
(These niggas be waitin')
What I look like gettin' killed by a opp
These
Traded in our fears of a white god in exchange for eternal pride
This Kalashnikov kill crackers
Banana mags, send his ass back to the Caucasus mountains
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