I'll be coming the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever I'm picking up and throwing 'em down dishes Call me Kenny cause I slam those Southern bitches I bragging, folks dragging 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 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 forehead of trying to serve us To graduate is really becoming a very journey I feel a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishing and I Damn, I graduate before I hit the summer I think not, Officer Friendly to dig up in me He said I'm half assed and got no And so he sent me up the and shit Stroking like hell no paddle But is getting smart, we back on the saddle No longer, y'all know y'all had us for some 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 my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, a T thing with a G swing Let my nuts hang down to the flo' Smoking that dang dang, making mics In my Z, nobody can see me down 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 flex on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Mob for the 94 Yeah, you what I'm sayin?
I hear voices in my and they keep callin me
Yeah, I'm steady bucking Not 'em like the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin rhymes like that noose around neck You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to I no pity so take off because 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 will get your cut, your wig split Simply I'm bringing the funk with the hollow tips Player 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 be a player Puffy afro with nigga off in my hair Shit, quickly how I run my shit 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 about the volume and thickness of my bankroll You see cash is in my shit like colon cancer Even though I never that shit like...yeah I a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects So don't flex or get served a pop neck shit OG, gangsta, not quite But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, swole right a bitch with 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 cause I'm locked off in a cell So can you me, nigga
I hear voices in my head and they keep me
Khujo, in dope, bring it I got more problems the average Joe So don't come 'round me with your flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my is a bird K's madness capping to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads And red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked But you can't it, sticking out your monkey ass I could let rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Mr. take off your hat even my wear my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral got it you go on your hoe's 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 of hot butter melting through your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with before were apartments In Chapel Forest, getting horrid The hunting is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a call to the I let out a to the wild