Lyrics:
people smile everywhere that I went
I even put it on the first Black President
It's evident, I'm hot as a Crock-Pot
With a big-ass smile like Mr. Hot
bologna grits with
Problems copper hoppin' on me
Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks
in meat, they are the same
The FDA has America strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock
Tell
Betty Crock'
Cut the dope, take it out of the pot
Block it up, then we back on the plot
Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cops passin'
Started jackin'
the hearts and flowers, skip the ivory towers
You'll be disappointed and I'll lose a friend
No, I won't be told there's a crock of gold at the end
and flowers, skip the ivory towers
You'll be disappointed and I'll lose a friend
No I won't be told there's a crock of gold at the end of the rainbow
the hearts and flowers, skip the ivory towers
You'll be disappointed and I'll lose a friend
No, I won't be told there's a crock of gold at the end
I ain't had a bite 'cause the moon's too bright
I wish I had a big one or two
My crock line's set and my hooks are all wet
And mama's got the catfish
I rhyme slick
You, you never get the ring, you like a side chick
Ask berry crock where them pies trick
The dark knight and I'm back Robin no sidekick
I know it?s a lot, it?s a lot
Man read my girls like hope it?s a lot
You fink I don?t know this I?m not like any other weird person
I crock it
If she
punched them in the face
Couldn't drink a six-pack, never mind a case.
Don't know how to skateboard, that's just a fuckin' crock
Most of all, they got no
and po' in it)
Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack Mack
With corn flake batter, it's cold in here
10:45 we lock in, pull out the headphones,
hot
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm
it? Ho, I do it for the H
T-E-X-A-S, this for the state, nigga, Crock Bull
H-Town, Splashtown
The most copied and underappreciated city in
that's boss crock
Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out
To capacity, this young bitch keep asking me
"Can I suck your dick?", "Not now, shorty"
my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad
Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox'
She got tiny white shorts, little pink crocks
A halter top that just won't stop
She got a half a dozen crazy friends
Type a text message in and let
She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit!
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby
I tried
listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I'm so damn feeble.
I can't see through your lies, you're just a crock of shit,
With a pretty
like killin'
Y'all a bunch of crock, like an Izod clearance
My mind on money, niggas' eyes on bitches
Your mind like mine, then you prolly both
Why, he even has a disposal, I think!
And look at this crock pot of Madame Lacrosse's,
And ceramic jars where she keeps all her sauces!
Nice sauces...
And whoever fuck with 'em, we cannot rock
I will not stop, even if that block hotter
Than my mama be up in the kitchen with that Crock-Pot (whip it, whip it)
teeth
I'm not feeling your buzz I only smell your crock of stew
Cover your breath
Cover your teeth
Bagboy, bagboy, bagboy, bagboy
Bagboy, bagboy, bagboy,
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