Lyrics:
testicle tarzans still be swingin on the scrotum
Even though I ain't got nothin to show yet
And there's a lot of thangs I just don't know yet
[Raw
with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex
Bullets buzzin' by your head like insects
From your head to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even shoot you in
to express
Lay back and fall deep in a verse
If I was out in the street yo I probably lay a sleep in a hearse
There's nothing like when you on a mic tearing
for the love of the game, not in it just for the profit
Big Jugg, take everything that I want, there ain't no other option
I bet Imma' blast through
yellow, burgundy, Boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimpin
my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin' the green
I seen nothin' but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple
on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip
You know we're number one
Competition is none
[ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
the corner like a good ol boy
Duke flarin up swear the engine never fold boy
Get it- Get it through your skull boy
If they tell me that its there then im gonna
grinding for my last name
Go get a bag then I dash like dame
See you doing good and they mad, that’s lame
Rather see you in the hood, down bad in a cage
would fuck the Hunchback of notre dame if he was
Big booty chicken legs and much in the hips
Wont like all the face but you still say she thick
Im not
In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
But nothin' serious enough
enough to go around
There's so much flavor
Get like this come holla at a playa
Alright
(Too Smooth)
DC
(Too Smooth)
100 Proof
(Too Smooth)
Drum Mage
(Too
and fall deep in a verse
If I was out in the street yo I
Probably lay a sleep in a hearse
There's nothing like when you on
A mic tearing a track
Then you
chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
we stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
all my close taylor plus I got hoes that (??)
I'm like Popeye
the index, spray like a bottle of Windex
Bullets buzzin by your head like insects
From your head to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even shoot you in the legs
use to Go Go
How i use to Go Get
How i use to make sure say money Dey for my wallet
If you ain't making Nothin
Wo ma pe eh lo le
Jeh wò gbo so ri
Kin ba
Thought by now I would be just livin' lavish
Everything I do, I do it like magic
I had to get out to save me from that, bitch
Say that right up on that
the dames playing the most games
The type that'll suck on a dick for cocaine
They're acting like they're so tame
But before you met them, they fucked fifty
haters
We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes
and stand by your side
Beef on your block I got niggaz to ride
You see I'll be there
Jeannie be there
Ahora aqui Mami I swear
Jeannie Ortega riding wit
You happy as hell, look at you
You gon' turn into a mermaid, don't go out too far
Get eaten by alligators and shit
There's no alligators in there
out there
I mean gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
like out there
I mean gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in
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