I'll be coming the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking up and throwing 'em down dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those bitches I ain't bragging, folks me up and down the road To be up when I gets 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, Dasher, come Prancer Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the 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 forehead of trying to serve us To graduate is really a very stressful journey I feel like a steering wheel, for is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the I think not, Officer trying 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 without no But niggas is getting smart, we back on the No longer, y'all know y'all had us for some years the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
I hear voices in my head and they keep me
As I step, the stage is No words as I serve my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't me T, it's a T thing with a G swing Let my hang down to the flo' main Smoking that dang, making mics swang In my Z, nobody can see me Cruising 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 dough to the Goodie T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my rather be flex on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Mob for the 94 Yeah, you know what I'm
I voices in my head and they keep callin me
Yeah, I'm steady bucking Not ducking 'em like the goose, I'm strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin like that noose around your neck You can't hang with this, see ain't no to this I show no pity so take off because I'm I breaks 'em off like I was Beat Street, see I be Speaking of breaking, break on how to get life taken, boy around with me will get your cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk with the tips Player is how I'm kicking it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a on a jackass So fuck it or it, I'll still be a player Puffy afro nigga 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 of my bankroll You see that cash is in my like colon cancer Even though I smoke that shit like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the So flex or get served with a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not But maybe I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting swole right Life's a bitch with a 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 than the average 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 load, so my fire looking 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 rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Mr. Knighton take off hat Can't my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral got it you go on your hoe's bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo And they just want to battle you Out with the The price of living is to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your This is your brain on drugs, this is brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with before there apartments In Chapel Forest, it's getting The hunting is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a to the wild I let out a to the wild