I up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the I'm so rope, call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise, you know I'm the coper On the mic I score, like the Yankees Get over on Miss like my main man Spanky Excuse me young lady I don't to trouble ya Ya lookin' so hot your BMW I got lucky, I home the kitten Before I got busy I on the mitten get better odds because I'm a sure thing Proud Mary is a turning and rolling like a the turnstiles never pay the toll I did the doo-wah diddy and bust 'em with the Customs jailed me an herb seed Don't rat out your boy over some rat I'm out of back door, I'm into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and mother Not perfect grammar, perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D is for
are red, the sky is blue I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the you gonna do just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes The is the music and my nine's by my side 'Cause you Y-A-U-C-H I'm taking all MC's out in the Taking life as it comes, no am I Going off, getting paid, and I ask why Playin' beats on my box, music for the many Know a lot of def girls are doing their thing A lot of parents like to think I'm a I'm just chillin', Bob Dylan Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me my brain I be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to shit, man I was making records you were sucking your mother's dick
Girl, you're tall now in your fancy clothes You got fancy things that goin' up your getting fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a like a pig in a pen Mothership connection, getting girls' If life needs correction, don't follow my direction You got your 8x10, agent, your Harley You'll be around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some mack You'll be your slack in your face 'Cause your a false sucker You your slack, you cock me and you're wack I'm reading "On The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac Poetry in motion, coconut Had to diss the girl because she got to Are you experienced little I want to know what goes on in your little girl 'Cause I'm on your mind, it's to forget me I'll your pride for a ride if you let me So out, y'all PCP, song out Full throttle to the bottle and full full And I'm out