Lyrics:
you sound, the way you put it down
No way that I can fight it, I got my eye on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do'
I dig deep like
Biggie's fitting to hurt
What's under that skirt?
(Slow down, son, you're killin us)
Who fillin 'em with octane?
Got 'em gassed up
'Bout to get blast
on the wall I got back in '69
And the quarter acre piece of
Heaven I call mine
As I turn off the cable and
Put my babies to bed
I kiss them goodnight
pick yo nigga up" (Boom boom)
I been digging in my bag and I got these niggas mad
Let these niggas be the reason why they ass was skipping class
All that
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catcha' player by the toe
If you want to let him go
Ladies don't worry 'cause they got plenty more
Men be falling like
and facility, you're killin' me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are gettin' help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if
Don't tell me what you've done
Cus I don't wanna know
You say it's not so hard
Just let your conscience go
You're flashing me that politicians
the bed, I got her in the leg lock and she call of duty with the headshots
Boom, boom, boom, brrrrrrrrrrroom
Brrrrrrroom, ba-ba-ba-boom, boom
Boom, boom
I don't want that ho, that bitch was yesterday (let's go, yesterday)
Heard your ass got lit up, that was just the other day (brr, other day)
Pussy,
happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me
up in a foreign when I pick my daughter up from pre-school
Y'all beginners already got me feeling I'm a father figure
I got some relatives who treat me
on by
Gonna wave at you
Gotta car that's cool
Just a little bit of room
Just enough for you
Well, hey boom town
I'm bound for dixie
I
ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
weh mi bump into
All in your face like woah
Airmax, cornrows
Got that Bruce Leroy kinda glow
Mi only pop mi head inna fi di door
Said I only pop
me
[Chorus]
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your man
Bitch! I
'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?)
Grrt, twistin' my fingers and holdin' my flag (baow, boom)
Yeah, I said I'm the king of New York, that's a fact (New York
Nigga, don't get out of line
I got my nine on
Looking like Mike on the dream team
Sid Vicious flippin' on Mean Gene
In my cell, cellphone went ring-ring
He
I'd rather cut my wrist (ahh)
I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist (ayo, let's roll
got them girls next to the wood like they light year, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate
STEEZ got that presidential shit out
business, niggas still can't stick together
Fuckin' police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys
and facility, you're killin' me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are gettin' help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if
goes
Boom
That's what's happenin in the parking lot
That's what's happenin on stage
I'm live
Design a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beyond
[Chorus]
But tonight I'm playing angry birds
Like a million other stupid nerds!
Tonight I'm gonna burp the worm by myself!
Ponies and clowns will be
Yeah
I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (boom)
My hitter gon' air out the opposite (boom)
On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (yes)
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