Lyrics:
size, I'm palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
this nation
Pimp of the nation
Pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
Me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches, they think I'm
these monkeys and spics
I thank God that I'm white, pure and don't mix
We need to snatch up these niggas and fags, reissue slave tags
Regain job
in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
here) I'm in the city, this Gates
The body shop, I need to get in your face
Five hundred blocks in the middle
Been gettin' ridiculous, lotta this shit
got your own man standing right in front of you
We can fly together
We can rise together
Ride out together
Now I knew all along you was my type
niggaz on your block
Up top I send my man a kite
Ya family gonna have to hold vigil
By candlelight
They think I wanted to hustle
That was a sacrifice
They
just appeared
Wanna run up and test my nuts in here
Go ahead, spread your shit
End in a place where the lead don’t fit
My man, I don’t play I end your
going ham,
Pop up at a show And get the bands,
At ya neck like a swollen gland,
Off white and Checks I’m the Nike man
Time to get this party started
Jump
what's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up of your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to LANSING back
Chrome for the beef, lad
Fuck with the party, you're Microsoft
I'm Firefox, I mac your books on a beat, lad
(Argh) i space bars apart to
Try shift,
her to the coast cause I wanted to Screw Driver
Now Im not one for a speech
But there was plenty of Tequila and Sex On The Beach, Y'all
Tequila
It's your normal day
And this is the Ceianna Bop
Let's get into it
Daddy says, daddy balls
Yeah
Ceianna bopping i'm punching my head
Take yo ass
ya name
I’m a lion fuck tame you see my fuckin mane
So cold summer stay in New England man
Servin hot chowder man futuristic man
I speak new English
fiends, bare whores, bare kitties at the door
Man needs a cat flap too many shots I've secured
Defo cured by now bro I'm sure cah the wetter the better
You see the crowd and wonder what is he talking about
We rock shows mostly white folks come out
So now I spit true for the few with a darker hue
That
size, I'm palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man
by chance that happens man
Thats only "happen" stance
So shake it, grab your leg and take it
Twist it, twirl it girl just brake it
Make it look like
ass niggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A Tec-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas
don't know how to aim it
Go to war and I'm staying unscathed
Got a plate full of brains, it was made by your bae
Got a price on my head and I'm doing my
and the iciest
The white boys say I'm righteous
Fucking right I'm a shot caller
The head honcho and the boss man
The big dog, not a Rottweiler
Getting swallowed by
if you what your song about
I stay out the mix
But I'll get into it for them racks
Trying to stack that bread
Seven foot one nigga Shaq'
I get out my
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