Lyrics:
pass, pass
Juggling this bitch no tax, tax
In the studio spitting fax
(No cap, no cap)
To the max, max
Loving this bitch to the climax
3D vision no IMAX
Ministry live at the Ritz
It was Christ has risen to Chris
Three loaves, two fish
Miracle of mechanized loops on two-inch
Coming to a theater he would be
women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
the reason I like to smoke
Pimp C, Big Hawk
Mellow steep my fallen soldiers
Butterscotch my spinal cord, pop the trunk
Still fallin' over
3rd Ward, 5th Ward, ,
of here, bitch
Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass
Getting high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga
We putting it down in this
might have to hit it twice
Bitches by the dozen, but you only get a slice
Ish the big homie, got me feelin like the vice
(Chorus)
(2DaMax)
My life
up
Silence them boys when they see my toys
My dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloys
Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit twenty-four people
Call me
your chick feeling moist
You coming softer than an ad in
The back of the Village Voice
You still a toy the cops is still the boys
They trying to get me
Nigga want smoke with the gang, ain't talking 'bout shit (Ain't talking 'bout shit)
Glock with a 3 inch barrel it got that kick (Got that kick)
Damn
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
So
Alright, alright
Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
Playin', stopped playin' long time ago with child's toys
It's only men in here,
Present, future on the stock exchange
Combined with those representing block chains
With 15/16 of growth and big gains
Inch, by, inch -creating
but told me I'm that guy
I could only give her about three pumps, made her roll her eyes
Meanwhile her best friend be getting hit by thirty guys
I
at buddy?
I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub
wanna cuddle right next to me yuh, tuggin on my 3 inch meat yuh, Do you know what this can mean?I’m with my boy about to cause a scene, I’m overdosed
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
Mek mi fuss mil a sixteen
Me crib clean
Every yute wid a big dream
Big dream
Wah mek it pon di big screen
Film scene
Three gal a live like
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
gonna
BANG BIG SOUND
We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock on the spot
Pouring liquor around we doin' shots till we drop
Every once in a while we get
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
on twenty-three inch rims
From crack to macs from broke to sacks
From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats
From stamps to tatoos from home to school
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
appallin'
They thought them home-town gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement.
Rode Chevys and Macks and big ol' stacks
They's always complainin' 'bout
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