I'll be coming the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm the devil or whatever I'm up and throwing 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cause I 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, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Come Comet, come Dasher, Prancer Come niggas with machine guns, I that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them I'm 300 on my SAT and I am equal Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm I've had it up to of niggas trying to serve us To graduate is really a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is trying to me Into a monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder Damn, will I graduate I hit the summer I think not, Friendly trying to dig up in me He I'm half assed and got no future And so he me up the creek and shit like hell without no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we back on the No longer, y'all y'all had us down for some years It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, it is
I hear voices in my head and keep callin me
As I step, the is empty No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get Don't call me T, it's a T thing a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the main Smoking that dang dang, making mics 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 dough to the Goodie Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my rather be Don't on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Mob for the 94 Yeah, you know what I'm
I hear voices in my head and they callin me
Yeah, I'm bucking motherfuckers Not 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin like that noose around your neck You can't with this, see ain't no thangs to this I show no pity so take off I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Street, see I be breaking of breaking, break 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 hollow shit is how I'm kicking it Comin the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass So it or flip it, I'll still be a player Puffy with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my and that's how it be That B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a player, got my on Thinking about the volume and of my bankroll You see that cash is in my shit like colon Even I never smoke that shit like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my around the projects So don't flex or get served a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not But when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a bitch with a G-string off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can really But y'all wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell no players in office cause I'm locked 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 me with your flim flam, hot damn a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness into to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads And only red hot, desire in pot with something wicked 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 my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, vision got it you go on your hoe's bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here the Goodie Mo crew And just might want to battle you Out the quickness The price of is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot melting through your biscuits? This is your on drugs, this is your brain, Don't cut niggas I with before there were apartments In Forest, it's getting horrid The child is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a to the wild I let out a call to the