Lyrics:
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
throw
A double diamond party in the north pole
Invite all the writers and journalists
Even biters will tournament, to see who can be me
Better than
I keep my mask on I ain't leaving no dumbass trace
Your bitch is at my crib trying to throw it back I told her to just give me face
Martin I fucking
How can I let that go by?
Pretty face like Oh my
Small waist, jumbo thighs
Our bond tighter than Martin and Gina
That thang wetter than aquafina
Them
and Remy Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
the holster
Rolling weed sitting on my sofa
Throw some waffles in the toaster
Tribe called quest
Martin lawrence coasters
Shawty getting horny
Tryna gimme
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
on the way do the dash GTA
Grab that shawty by the waist
Receive these blessings give me face
She need to throw that nigga away That boy to lame he can't hang
Wake up in the morning say I'll be okay
Throw my hands up live to fight another day
Try to walk around with no hands in my pocket
My confidence keeps
missing
The front of that paper I'm listed
That money you saved I flipped it
That check that you saved I drenched it
On bitches got Remy by da fiftys
We
ten with just a six car garage?
To this day, still scarred, grew apart, and I ain't throw in my cards
She say she love me, say she with me to help me
on daily like spartan
She binge watch me like martin
Martin like lawrence bitch
Y'all niggas sleeping y'all snoring bitch
I Fuck that bitch and record that
and crutch
Roll them windows up and throw them dueces up like wassup wassup
I aint even gone go crazy on y'all man
I only talk to the sky now cause that's
u see Tho
Bruh Bruh in Reno
Hit me with the free-throw
Swish! Damn
How I'm on fire, But still Hella wet
Drego Dregan I am my set
No time for
their arm in sling
I'm spilling knowledge like some water and paint
You can throw rocks but in the water they sink
This of the topic but now I'm starting
Ya life could get real , slim movin all shady
He tried to do me like suge n Eazy dat room , den I grabbed em by his neck like wat u high off dem
I'm Lesnar when it bout to pop off
Swing by that ringside, I'll superkick em with my socks off
Flair slap your hair back, then snatch ya arms like
Aquafina
Taller than Martin but she my Gina
Shordy fed up in the car like Tina
On my back like she Cena
Talking that shit put that shit in a Book she
throw a cocktail through a window
I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold
Hands in the sky, still was left in the road
Ribbon in the sky,
We're all slaves to time
No color's right
Throw our hate into the fire
Martin Luther
Brought the truth
The color of our blood's the same
you didn't buck a shot
Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got
Old Johnny Walker from around the block
Was livin' rather large 'till
from you
OK
ladies and gentlemen Martin Lawrence
boo
this is Marin Lawrence's First video visit to a
recording studio
and his last
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