Lyrics:
They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's
me meet her on the third floor
If pussy make the world go round, then I'ma need a world tour
Heard the snakes in the grass been down, so I chop em'
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
fuck your technicalities
And everything your telling me
I dont want what your selling me
Get off me punk your foulin me
Dont make catch a felony
For
Well I'm
Down in the dumps
I never
Felt so good
I never
Felt so bad
Oh baby
All at once
I'm rollin' with the punches
Rollin' 'round with punks
punk ass
I'm in the whip, we smoking on dumb gas
How you getting jugged by that dumbass?
Whoa, this bitch got kickback
I think that lil' bitch know
Grind, reverse it
I ain't moved by dudes who ain't real with themselves
I ain't fooled by jewels or the deception of wealth
If we remove yo crew who u
tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
all up
fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled
Me tight like a kite string
All right
Let's hear it for contestant number one
What's your
background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with
and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house
'em, yo
I run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau
You're a petty punk, pussy nigga from PC
I'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DC
You
Rickles with Live performances by
Ann Murray! Deicide!
And the one, the only, Punky Brüster!
But before all that
Please give a big round of friendly
creeping round
I'm Violent J and I'm sick
They try to run me down
But you know I'm too slick
And I slip and slide like a slinky
Slip and slide with my
this hook...
But I got so many lines I could probably write a book
Ay look, ay look, ay look, ay! Ay!
I do this shit, I am zeal and I'm zealous
Punks
the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange-haired fella singin' 'bout suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kinda place
He
and the punk, po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house
You been running round my mind
Gotta get you out so we can spend a little time alone
I don't know what you been doing to me up there
I don't care, I
plunger
Sound from down under
Somethin' like when that thunder pound
Way from round yunder
Hey I'm from the South mane
Plus I'm the south main
Get off My back Motherfucker
I'm a punk at heart and a rebel by trade, indignation is my middle name
Won't put up gotta fight when you try to hold me
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
'Cause niggas 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'Fore you
Work these days it takes me round and round I get so tired of driving round my old home town well I'm all washed up don't wanna go nowhere when I get
call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
[Money B]
Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds
a car go by, made me look too slow
I hit the gas, this lil car got passed, he got really choked
He bumped the hoe, almost lost control, to the side I pull
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