Lyrics:
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty, don't believe me, then come with me tonight
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty, don't believe me, then come with me tonight
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out
push-button homes.
Oh, happy day, when all the cells conform
And the exceptional becomes the norm,
When from a test-tube we produce gargantuas or gnomes,
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out
up? Man)
(Yeah, what up with your world?)
Ain't shit, just got off the cell with this girl (what's up with, y'all?)
Yeah, kid, you know what we about
any chick that wears a lace front
And don't compare me to the old me bitch I grew up
He probably working with the feds you seen his crew cut
They always
from your cell, I won't bet we got to jail
From pretty niggas with half a nickel flow
Them bitch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low
Y'all niggas
everything's love
And setting you up
We blown up, and these blocks got em sewn up
Niggas talking funny on my cell
Hang the phone up chicks wit the blunts
Pull
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat can't even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
only a bit of villain. But if you let a G rate it, he’ll say I ain’t fit for children. Not much into women, even if the chick is eager. Only escort that
of the day
My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
So,
of the day
My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
So,
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build
lobster
Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
Get your money, let's reward ourselves
Life a test and every day we got so much to fail (right)
Told
changed
So don't be lookin' at your peeps strange
When I conduct a little Litmus test up in your heat range
That's when you see me up on stage with six
pry you in half
Fly through the glass as the dash gets bloody
Cass' take your last breath
Cause you gon' catch
Wreck faster than the crash test dummy
My ex girl gotta new thing and that new thing is my side chick
How you going around saying this and that like everything you got ain't my Shit
It's
this
Big chains down to my dick, easy to spot this
Chicks come from all different cities to
Try to and watch this
Monster, beat niggas bloody
Homie
I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't
rhymes ya callin'
So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks
the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just
Bombaclot war? Hmm? Hmm?
Ramp with me?
Come on!
Mi seh!
Mi shot pussihole people for fun!
Who want test me, come on!
Come on!
All rats gotta
and hide your mics. I came for Big L’s merit til my skin cells perish. Now the dog’s off the leash with love that’s been well cherished. Young buck, taking
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