I'll be coming the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or I'm up and throwing 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny cause I slam those Southern bitches I bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road To be fucked up I gets into my clowning mode Then go to up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, Prancer niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from people?' I'm 300 on my SAT and I am equal no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm nervous I've had it up to of niggas trying to serve us To graduate is really a very stressful journey I like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder Damn, I graduate before I hit the summer I think not, Officer Friendly to dig up in me He said I'm half and got no future And so he me up the creek and shit Stroking like hell no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we on the saddle No longer, y'all y'all had us down for some years It's the call of da nigga, uh, there it is
I voices in my head and they keep callin me
As I step, the is empty No words as I serve with my dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the main Smoking that dang dang, making swang In my 2-8-0 Z, can see me Cruising the block, just like I was a squirrel In a world full of nuts, I'd be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam So bring to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my homie be Don't flex on next, I necks too Rollin Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Yeah, you what I'm sayin?
I hear in my head and they keep callin me
Yeah, I'm steady bucking Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah Squeezin rhymes like that noose around your You hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this I show no pity so take off I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off I was Beat Street, see I be breaking Speaking of breaking, on how to get your life taken, boy Fucking around with me get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the tips Player shit is how I'm it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a on a jackass So fuck it or it, I'll still be a player Puffy with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, that's how I run my shit and that's how it be That nigga B-I-G B-O-I, be me, ye See I'm a player, got my on Thinking about the volume and of my bankroll You see cash is in my shit like colon cancer Even though I never smoke that like...yeah I a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects So don't or get served with a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not But when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right a bitch with a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can hang But y'all don't do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no players in office cause I'm off in a cell So can you feel me,
I hear voices in my head and they callin me
Khujo, coming in dope, it I got more problems the average Joe So don't come 'round me your flim flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a K's madness capping Throwing to do more load, so my looking through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot with something But you can't feel it, out your monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to they ass Mr. take off your hat Can't even my wear my in Demon eye scoping, oh my, vision got it Made you go on your bar Decisions, to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew And just might want to battle you Out the quickness The price of living is beginning to be a business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter melting your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, this is brain, Don't cut niggas I with before there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's horrid The child is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a to the wild I let out a call to the