Lyrics:
had everything a growing kid needs
Had my ass a golden throne, all around me coast to coast
My lighthouse shone, feel my glory
Thousand mercenary armies
patience is shorter than little ass Beck at the cheer formal trying hard to phase me (Pussy)
I love conflict and I'm obnoxious
With this synapsis called my
the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex
Forties, my forte: butter fill and four Becks
That
ridding slow
controlling my base of Bass
Don't even know who are those white girls
Sniffing a blonde and smacking some asses
Lost in the crack blind by
jacks
I'm tired of niggaz sayin they bout to blow
'Less you a bitch, I don't care if you bout do that
Move back, youngster, the glock gon' speak
Chew
dropped from labels
For fuckin' with a nigga that's hot and fatal
I'm like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler
Nursery rhyme niggaz,
Gonna dissect your brain for a minute
Look at your puny ass world and what's in it
Nothin', that's how long you've been frontin'
I figured by now that
nothing
More than to smoke marijuana leafs and
Drink acholic beverages
But these five young boys were
Soon joined by some
Very unlikely company in fact, for
a script
Told the doc' he got some hip pain
Jack run
Fifty phones stacked by the sixth day
When I turn 'em all in
I'm copping big face
Show neph' how
took
Then documented it in his book
How these niggas shook the world with the hook
Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac
Now GIT, don't let
Jimbo
Nigga, I don't even know myself
You want me to get you in
Jack, I'm trying to get through the do' myself
Opportunity knocked, but he ain't call
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
night when a woman gets wined and dined and it's no pipin
Remember the crackhead on "New Jack City," the low life one
(Yup!) Well his name Pookie (gyah)
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
Uh, Jack Daniels in my hand
I don't do percs need xans
I think yo baby mama is a fan
Lame niggas scram, yo' bitch Miss Piggy
Goin' ham don't make her
be butt ass
Twist that wig like a muppet, keep it simple
Can't truss it
Light's the fuel, mic is the tool
Drink Jack, kick back, drop jewel
Finish what
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat,
I'm ready, so ready, yeah
I got a girlfriend with the hoochy-coochy eyes
'Cause in the pink she look so fine
She got the cracker jack now all I
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
you are fond of hunting there's no place that can compare
You may not bag a lion or a tiger or a bear
But if you want a jack-ass there are plenty
you are fond of hunting there's no place that can compare
You may not bag a lion or a tiger or a bear
But if you want a jack-ass there are plenty
got the nads rammed in the ass from the back by Big Elroy straight off the maxi pad
Homie get mad, long as you doin' that, I might have a career in rap
[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my
fall die
Them niggaz they catch 'em slugs, fuckin around with the S-P-I
Hit the corner on a 3 wheel with a 4-5 by my side
Its a shame up in 90, niggaz
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