Lyrics:
a paddle
I'm no tattle cause I do not snitch
I lick clits n' drop cock n' twats that spit
I spit like hick's n' mix hits for Flom
And that's what you
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
that number by ten
See how easy that is?
Place two zeros after any number
And you've multiplied that number by one hundred
See how simple that is?
to the jump rope
Reign of the tech
Smell the gunsmoke, don't choke
I like cities with bitties with titties like Britney's
That smoke out like hippies
Get
That power
Oh, oh oh
Holla, holla, holla, holla at yo boy
Like yo dad when he's pissed off
Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk
Niggas
just me my PARTNER N MY CRIME
I do that YA YELLA lambo with a TECH 9
I been a SOULA way back since I was SLIM
Its MAGIC that love my wardrobe
They like
cause that shorty still be asking for sex
Ya'll been knew that I was different I'm nothing like the rest
I call a tech, n***** know you cant argue with
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
seen a tech 9 shoot that's what I do in verses n I don't use hearses let me tell you why
I put ya head concrete mix then I Let it dry
Hard head
that fronting
You're wasting my time
Uh, yo
I like the fact you're buggie
To wrapping you're doobie
The way you walk with big bags of Gucci
of toxic parents
embryonic stages underdeveloped fetal pages that I burnt like phasers
Releasing human excrements on you like Tawana Brawley
Thinking
know everyone scheming
Ya I got to pave a way
Ya I got to make a way
I'll stack that shit like brick by brick
I'm finna get payed today
My brothers
Close my hands into a fist
Free from all this stress
High tech cyberwear got me glowing on
Hold you when the stars are low
I'll be by your side
keep the heat tucked
That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux
Get buried in ya cheap tux'
We make it hard for you niggas to keep up
Been
to pass on (to pass on)
I can kill that bitch and I'm passin' her like I'm LeBron (I can kill that bitch)
I can get in the booth and spit fire just like
While you rock the mic and I rocked the cut
But now that I'm making a name for myself
All those DJ's are like
Yo Jeff whats up
All that stuff is dead
And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with
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mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints,
She walks by for all to see
force field eye calibrating me
high tech sex
penetrates my mind
beams my heart to the
other side
LA LA
NO VA
That girl
and the breakers was breakin'
And it won't be long til everybody know that
B-boys rock the document! (document)
Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death
but it felt like summer
I was rough as rock but you were a river
I was made strong
But I belong
Shaped by you
You knew me before
I'd ever made
foreigners
I be sliding base, getting high as home-run
Now I'm on the rock, knock it out the park
Bitch i be in the field like
I'm playing for the Marlins
of the line
I rockin this old school McQueen and I'm mixing it with some new school number nine
But she wanna mess with a n thats getting them figures
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