Lyrics:
but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though, let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill, smoke me a [unverfied]
Never runnin'
like some helium and stings like Tabasco
The nice with mic skills ever since I had an Afro
Aw shit, sometimes I get the notion when I'm rippin'
Here we go'..|Alright'.||Flat-bill forward sittin off the shore and that sun's as hot as Tabasco|Coastas killin that glare while I sip and stare
as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few
dream
Oooo, Oooo, Oooo
[Chorus]
Lookin' once lookin' twice
Your a splash of Tabasco on hot apple pie
Baby girls like it too
Like to sit around
Mix-A-Lot a sucker
Who you callin' sucker, lip-synching motherfucker
Move the set boy how's this fiasco
I'm in your gutter and I'm singin' like Tabasco
Second Chorus:
Lookin' once, lookin' twice
You're a splash of Tabasco on hot apple pie
Baby girls like it too
Like to sit around enjoying the view
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like Tabasco
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go
the bitch in a castle with the ill grapples
Tackled her asshole, my dick was like a lasso
Fucked her in her mouth she washed it down with Tabasco
Uh, you
Cincuenta jícaras para Motecuhzoma
En orillas del Orinoco
Al Cerro Manatí
Ocinchan, Tabasco
Hay balas que van volando
Por el mundo, por el
don't fuck with Tabasco
You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks (free 'em)
They coming home, causing hell, God
Le drapeau de l'étoile solitaire ramasse les rêves qui traînent par terre
Et leur fait passer la frontière, noyés dans le Tabasco.
Y'a pas de
the whipper-snappers and the little rascals (yeah)
Turnt up off the way we drippin' with Tabasco (bitch, yeah, yeah)
Old friends inquiring about the cash flow (okay,
like Tabasco
Brand New Heavies on the tracks, G Rap on the wax
Cold bumpin', got motherfuckers doin' jumpin' jacks
You motherfuckers lost it
I bake
fellas getting all riled-up
Girls all styled-up, now all sweaty
Hot after two shakes of the Tabasco
Wanna hear self (but the monitor's quiet)
Turn it
lobotomized, the flexin' of the stanza
But you know the answer when I drop a proper grammar
Tabasco, the Late Show, flow to make a peso
I manage to do damage
papel fiquei meio descontrolado
Do meu lado
Só quero os aliados
Tem muita falsidade
Meu remédio é esse frasco
Mina tão picante que parece até tabasco
the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco,
they lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they
neNcanca nca nca nca nca
Asizolala la la la la
Baba njenge Tabasco
Nzokubhema njenge Tobacco
Ndikuthanda njengo Lerato
As jy my liedtjie like click
was a fire truck attending
The smoke pouring from her nose
Her state of mind depending
On which way the wind blowed
Chili and Tabasco
Dripping
to sit this close to her, it's like a shot of tabasco
Makin' trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills
Tonight I'm gonna go for broke, show her
hotboy crack tab of Tabasco.
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural.
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west?
like an ass hole, hotter than Tabasco,
Trying to stop the cash flow
But I'm cooler than the other side of the pillow
You wanna get me ears, ? zero
out butt naked watchin' the cosby show
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns
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