Lyrics:
off these n*****
When they try to play the kid
Another hit song being sang by his kid
Don't mean to bring the children into it
But since you spoke
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
exposed,
Now you’re looking shame,
But if you’re mad homie,
Then homie I understand,
And if you’re mad,
Then homie say that then.
My people know what I am
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
then
Now you chasing my line
Don't ask why you called and I just hit decline
You sipping white wine
You looking so fine
I ain't a fool so I pay no mind
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
can, you know?
Reconnect with people, you know?
Don’t wait until somebody dies so you can go and say “Oh, I miss them”
No, hit ‘em up right now, call ‘em
shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash
your lover
I'm getting the backend don't stay at no Weston
Drizzy inspired can't go back for the negatives
I look like I'm puff by the way that I'm
filled with potions
Strip her out of clothes and then I rub her with some lotion
I told them I was chosen and they act like I was joking
I ain't joking
Now
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
't think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
Platinum shit
Album match the wrist
Please don't talk too much they say they can't resist
All I ever listen to's my common sense
When I started off they said
right now
As I'm recording this, and this shit still ain't done
I'm still mixing tracks, waiting for a couple
Features to get back, then we got mastering
light
Now that's the name of the song, yeah cool right?
Chilling in the hot tub by the towers in the daylight
Don't want to listen, soon I'm going to take
the an interview?
You should know by now I really do this shit, then hit the swimmin' pool
Then get my girl nakey up inside the inner tube
But what's the rap game
I won't diss shit
I hit sport mode don't know stick shift
You get dismissed
From the park like 1 6 bitch
Did my shit quick
Ran it up like it's
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
The year is 1971.
Now comes the first of the children of Roton
Lords of the Underground witness the birth of the funky child
Doitall hit 'em
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