I'll be coming around the ghetto I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the To be fucked up when I into my clowning mode Then go to clown up on they ass like Oh no, then dance on top of they asses I was Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit them 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 forehead of niggas to serve us To is really becoming a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for them is to turn me a hate 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 sent me up the and shit Stroking like hell no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we back on the No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for years It's the of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
I hear voices in my head and they keep me
As I step, the is empty No words as I serve with my dialect, so I get respect call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the main that dang dang, making mics swang In my Z, nobody can see me Cruising down the block, like I was a squirrel In a full of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Goodie T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my rather be Don't on next, I break necks too Rollin Outkast, PA, Goodie Mob for the 94 Yeah, you know what I'm
I voices in my head and they keep callin me
Yeah, I'm steady motherfuckers Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah Squeezin rhymes like that around your neck You hang with this, see ain't no thangs to this I no pity so take off because I'm dangerous I 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be breaking Speaking of breaking, break on how to get your taken, boy Fucking with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm the funk with the hollow tips shit is how I'm kicking it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a So fuck it or flip it, I'll still be a Puffy afro with naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my and that's how it be That nigga B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a player, got my on Thinking about the volume and thickness of my You see that cash is in my shit colon cancer Even though I smoke that shit like...yeah I give a of da wild to my niggaz around the projects So don't or get served with a pop neck shit OG, gangsta, not quite But when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a bitch a G-string cause off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can really But y'all don't do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a So can you feel me,
I hear voices in my head and they callin me
Khujo, in dope, bring it I got more problems than the Joe So come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird K's madness capping Throwing to do more load, so my fire looking the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot something wicked But you can't it, sticking out your monkey ass I let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Mr. Knighton 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 they might want to battle you Out the quickness The of living is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with before there apartments In Chapel Forest, it's getting The child is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a to the wild I let out a to the wild