Lyrics:
didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad said
Homer: Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. Move it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep,
a high-speed car chase
So I mash the gas
The pigs try to cut me off with road blocks
I'm a Ryda shootin' through the
Windshield with two Glocks
(Make way) Black
8-ball
Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville
Lookin' for, the wolf to kill
They're fucked up and they want revenge
Them and Humpty used to be
bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in skin-tight
tomorrow
Getting in the car we gonna get this boss
Cause if you help me you can get a friend named Josh
Oh my gosh we're gonna be stopped
Help I think my car
the backyard (ones)
Say fuck all them pigs in the barnyard
Pulling cards like it's pull apart (pull it)
These niggas be riding in them used cars
I came out
all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you violate?
Because I'm a hossa (what's that? )
Yo, that's a pig that
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
Illuminati in the tomb
Poisonin the womb
Can't be a guinea pig
With the glock to the wig
10 years since we lost pac and big
Don't get it twisted don't get it
Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I turn around and all I see is ladies
With shopping bags
Staring at me trying to read my mind
And I'm being watched
By
I'm only eighteen
Do the math, killed a pig, chicken an' cow
My third eye's so versatile, it make me smile
At myself, damnit, I'm in the backfield
have my money by the first,
Or I'll be heated
I don't get a check in the mail,
You'll see police's
They'll put you in a stinky, dirty cell,
Maybe you'll
was ugly, we promised to stay apart
Sometimes it feel like I'm just by myself all in the dark
In them days, I break a three-five down and that bitch get
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my
pussy, I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
Say when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin'
Get busy
I throw dice and darts, you dot your eyes with hearts
I hold a fork and knife under the guise of art
And chew the fat in Pig English,
and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick
enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin' pig-latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers
many of my young brothers gettin hurt
Drivin big cars lookin like they stars
Just to get a rep's before you step how you aim for the Jaguar
You sold
cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy
He calling for his mommy
In a red car, gettin head by a blondie
Chopper
Pulled over by a lil pig motherfuck all 12 wanna check us
Ain't doin crack or a needle
I'm servin' that dope get a bag
Call for the re-up that's a kilo
the shades of lies
More rescued by the tones of truth
I never grew up remembering that time
I were in the car of thoughts
I were dreaming in the car
mothers in the world
(Don't be wasting all your time)
And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by
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