Lyrics:
man above me is God himself
All these other niggas is below me
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
What up Queens
Cole is the King (and you know that)
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
(now) is finite
So that's why I write about my present now, so clean
Grounded like a mezzanine
Record raps like I'm a machine
Word to Major, homie,
tried to look the other way
The day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q Tip's hand
And girl damn near died
They way you hold that cosmo
Just fits
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So motherfuck you, bitch, goddamn asshole
The dope fiend beat
For all you junkies
you, boy
I'm on a hype tip, this ain't no ego trip
Just rollin' thick as hell, champagne I sip as well
Listen and you'll envision, this rap's
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
A little tin soldier's marchin by
Sergeant major unzips his fly
Pulls his weapon from his camouflage pants
Slaps away til it starts to dance
A shootin
what I'm talkin' about
I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold
So mothafuck you, bitch, goddamn ass hoe
The dope fiend beat...
For all you junkies
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
backy
She get nasty
It was tragic
When I smash it
She told me come over here baby let me shake it for ya
I know you use to making money I can make it
the boostin'
Buyin' your views, you can do it, I don't use it
Gonna make it with the music
Clean your ears you can hear it imma q tip
Talking online keep trying
free
Dimes, dubs they all from me
All you ladies are in for free
Here's my number, call for me
Get nasty, get freaky, get wet, now get loose
Get nasty
Bitches doing splits on the dick for a tip
Think she finna be my girlfriend and take her on some trips
901 Beat Cartel
You're in the mix with the one
Do you wonder how they make
Dirty raunchy porn
Do you ever wanna make
Dirty raunchy porn
Are you horny
Are you lonely
Do you like it like it
Nasty
They even turn they heads when
They giving me dap
Because they bitches' heads always
Fall in my lap
I just jump and I swim, and I run me a lap
I wish Q
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
Burn baby Burn
Roll the dice it's time shit bae
Hope you learnt the basics wait
Suck the tip don't bite it wave
She kiss the tip she nasty ay
She
make you famous
If yo' nigga want beef, treat it like it's angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty
of my private stock and
Riding in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hammer timing
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten
Maggie comes
to Dodger
Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger
Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy
Q-Tip and Phife, they mashed up the party
Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
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