Lyrics:
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song,
our -
I'm about to break ya off
H-town growin' hard
Lead with hips, slap my thighs
Swing my hair, square my eyes
Lookin' hot, smellin' good
Got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin wrong but wait f*** another love song
It's the r&b strangler
high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
I got a song filled with
Shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off 'til you scream
"Piss off! Screw you!"
When it
Here we go'..|Alright'.||Flat-bill forward sittin off the shore and that sun's as hot as Tabasco|Coastas killin that glare while I sip and stare
an intersection, you talk
But you came to my town with protection
Election year, had the block hot
I scream fuck the world for having a baby girl sorta cock block
Ghetto summer jam's got the streets blocked off
Plots to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
The first 8 bars, she's lovin' the track
Even rewinding it back soon as the beat drop
The way she react she like "That's Hot"
'Til I start talkin' bout how
burn the perm off Big Worm
So peep this private screenin' of the Last Action Hero
That be freezin' rappers dead in they tracks like Sub Zero (Zero)
wannabees down, with some H20
As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow
(Any has PMD?) Hell no!
I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow
I heard and engine rumblin', this old hot rid came rollin' by
When it pulled up, and the door opened I, couldn't believe my eyes
This woman stepped
clean
They're on the hot side, if you know what I mean
Our staff is trained, to be the finest and well
Last stop, all get off, see you in hell
that rod like it's M1
Talkin' hot sauce
When it pop off with my Glock off
And the Wraith here from a pop-star
Man, I'm livin' a life niggas would die for
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
But tell the public where all these hotties come from
Alright bet
I'ma break the track down right here
Let all the homies kick it off for me
You know
the best, the best)
Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment, surprised entirely
Hypnotized by the sound I surround
the tracks
Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks
Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky
Blue 'o' poured the engineer's voice
Whstlin' down low 'n
drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
Don't brown nose just join it
Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
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