I'll be coming around the when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam Southern bitches I ain't bragging, folks dragging me up and down the To be up when I gets into my clowning mode Then go to up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they like I was Jo Jo Dancer Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come with machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit them people?' I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am 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 is trying to turn me a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I wonder Damn, will I graduate I hit the summer I think not, Officer trying to dig up in me He said I'm assed and got no future And so he sent me up the and shit Stroking like without no paddle But niggas is smart, we back on the saddle No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some It's the of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
I hear in my head and they keep callin me
As I step, the is empty No words as I serve my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G Let my nuts hang down to the flo' that dang dang, making mics swang In my 2-8-0 Z, can see me down the block, just like I was a squirrel In a full of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I him Uncle Sam So bring to the Goodie Mo-B 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 hear voices in my head and they keep me
Yeah, I'm bucking motherfuckers Not ducking 'em the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin rhymes that noose around your neck You can't hang with this, see no thangs to this I show no so take off because I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off I was Beat Street, see I be breaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy Fucking around with me will get your cabbage cut, 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 it or flip it, I'll still be a player 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-I-G B-O-I, be me, ye See I'm a player, got my on Thinking about the and thickness of my bankroll You see that cash is in my shit like colon though I never smoke that shit like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the So don't flex or get served with a pop neck OG, gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, 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 hang But y'all don't wanna do nothing, y'all can go to Ain't no players in cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you me, nigga
I hear voices in my head and they callin me
Khujo, coming in dope, it I got more problems than the Joe So don't come 'round me 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 through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot something wicked But you can't feel it, sticking out your 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, peripheral got it Made you go on your bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, comes the Goodie Mo crew And just might want to battle you Out with the The of living is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with 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