Lyrics:
me alone
I'm riding in a Cadillac Fleetwood Chrome
With Too Clean, behind the wheel
I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back,
[Q-Tip]
(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em)
Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe
Let these niggas know what's up son, aight?
[Buckshot]
ARGH, like Q-Dawgs
Prime Time Click making moves like U-Haul
Cream on the inside, clean on the outside
Cream on the inside, clean on the outside
Cream
do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same
girl
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab ur titties for B.I.G
I love ma little nasty girl
All ma women from around
with, the,
spermicide for a nasty bitch
Make sure your girl's syphillis clean
before I slide my tongue up in her
Don't you darrrrrre ruin my dinner!
My
This is Santa's Tip
And this one's for my boy's
Here we go
I know you wanna spread your seeds of love all around the world
But you better think
for yperite, a very nasty gas.
And zed's the final letter
And by final, I mean last.
OK, when you say zed,
For the benefit of our American friends
another one's gone
Nothing that a Q-Tip
Or two couldn't cure
Another one's gone
Another fish went for the lure
So another one's gone
The other team scores
the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin' nasty
Smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes
Tryin'
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
you all the things I can do up inside yo world (World)
Oh ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh
By the way head comes first, yea
(Make it nasty) (Make it nass)
(Make it
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
She sip on remy i don't sip on any
But i got a blunt rolled
And she hailed from jamaica
She only hit the fontal
Wind on me
She better tip 'pon toe
water
She said she fuck with me because I'm dyin' bout that cheddar
She the type to cook, clean if you don't lie to her at all
A nigga ain't got much,
the plans
Quick to give You a funeral don't Get it misunderstand
Hollow tip will find you I stay red Hot like akainu
SNF the name of the band
Year
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that
Who that? Get his brains blew
Back with a new gat yellin', "True that"
Hollow tips is goin' clean through that
P's and Q's so think twice/before you start some shit on my side/pop out with the 40glock fully extended hollow tips on the heat/you wondering how many
us he disowned
Pick up and the drop offs & we back up on the road
On my P’s and Q’s I got that shit for the low
Cryin over a bitch quit actin like
breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can.
I've run out of clean utensils, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man
I heard the crows outside my window,
on the side
You should tip me (ayy), you should tip me (ayy)
Shawty, rock to the beat for yo' boy (oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
Rock to the beat for
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