Lyrics:
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
the beer commercials memorized
So you've probably heard this before
But this ain't the TV talking to you
It's a friend who's gonna tell you what you can do
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
format
A new technique and you're, "what's all of that?"
Ragga raps to beats commercial
Which it ain't personal, still write the verbal
I'll let you
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
Mr. Holiday
I know today has a perfect view so we should goin' thru.
But i just stuck in my room and watchin' tv.
I got you waste there my cash two
Yuh, yuh, huh, yuh
Bitch, energy for days, you lil' bastards (ayy)
Like I popped the bean, but bitch, I'm not Mr. Bombastic (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
as you're put in check
And he's got velvet on his vest
You'll reminisce this, we promise
Mr. Altamont
As seen on TV
He acts polite
But he's awfully mean
In
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
playin', man, I hope you lil niggas ready
I heard da streets out hea yellin' for Webbie, I'm tellin' you nigga
Stop playin', y'all nigga betta get on ya shit
Yeah, you know I'm bout to go in on this one
You know I'm bout to go in
Space Cowboy
Bitch
Lil bitch
Walking out the club, lil bitch
Going
yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr. Captain Kirk, I want
me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby.
Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Mr
energy
I pose like celebrity
I'm sour than a bitter G
Stoned like a Cannabis
Plough on a better beat
And sow the community
Ready or not
Mr.Mic on top
Ready
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
owner? I'm a real live man
You a persona, now I'm a goner
Call my momma, and the coroner
Mr. Gun Man, your plan is workin'
'Cause niggaz is dyin'
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
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