Lyrics:
up bitch?)
Raise up the phone
And fuck with the switches
Front back
And pause on threes
Rag Top Four
Sittin' on them D's
Checkin' ass for the big booty
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
[Hook: Plies]
Better ride with your fire
Stay ya ass home
Why?
Becasue you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
And any FLAGGIN nigga liable to cut them
where we go
By the evening we catching vibes
Hmm hmm
We wake up in the morning just chill and relaxin
Grab a six pack
And listen to Jack Johnson
The only
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
or die
Not a full-time crook but I was born right
So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack
So jack I will and go get some presidents
A foot in
Statistiken von Drive-by-Schießereien
Du heiratest ein Weib, doch es wird morsch, euer Eheglück
Denn zum Kinderkriegen reicht laut Forschung dein Penis nicht
when she pick the wedgie out her ass crack
She wanna fuck around
That's really what I'm best at
Strung out on drugs for a week
That went by so fast
nigga
I'mma get mine by any means
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Don't worry about me I'm 'aight
My pockets on take off finna take flight
My momma told me go and get
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
either sell dope or gangbang.
Yo those fools on my dick still trying to jack me.
I guess because I sport a hat and the khaki's.
And if my cars on hit then
Bitch I'm good everywhere I don't check in
(Good)
I got niggas on deck by the west end (Go)
Yeah they younger but all of ‘em aiming
(Gang)
Fuck that
cops come blocking the
Ave, I put the glock in the stash
slabs and copped in the trash
Still stop and I laugh, ma put
Them rock in your ass
[Verse One: performed by Kaves]
Black Jack, Black Jack Mack the Knife is at the table
Someone raised the anti and the Lordz switched the label
Too
and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's
[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but
tune
He's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon
And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
He's wishing he was
(So don't you make 'em want to blast nigga)
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga
Than be a broke ass nigga
Broke niggas make the best crooks
Ya best
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
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