I woke up on Fox myself starring on Cops Got by squad cars and cameras for two blocks I the man yea I ran To HBO and stole lethal weapons From Mel and Dan hand Ran back to Fox Martin Me and Bruhman from the fifth Climbed the window his apartment Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, and Pam Told'em your bread, mayo, cheese and ham Took two sandmiches and Stole Grand Am in a hurry heard footsteps, looked in the rearview Is this an Naw its Big Shirley She came after the bucket of chicken and slaw Cole bought last and left in the back seat I jumped out and just running until my chest hurt Hooked up with Forest Gump and ran to Network I gotta find Bubba, up he been dead Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's I need Jenny, damn sure do right now The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Craig
I aint goin to jail, I aint to jail Aw man I even did nothin Shit man I aint to jail
Now I'm a wanted fugitive, runin hot gats Duck'n the cops Fox and the fuck'n Swat Cats Damn, here Batman in the batmobile Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna me But I ran fast, he couldn't me I jumped in the van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy I put the gun to Shag's head said look back And told Scooby, play and gimmie your Scooby snacks Then we way reached the stop sign at a four way I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the day He told me Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play Killed'em both and way the bloody glove in an old lake I sayin he shoulda killed her but I understand Picture yo broad in yo car with another man You given yo deisel and she blowin a grand shoppin, call Cochran tell Cato to take the stand He me to set it off with four delighted bitches wit glocks You know Kim, Latifah, Jada, Fox Went in the strapped with A.K's This is a raid everybody throw lay the hay
Aight nobody mothafuckin move This a mothafuckin robbery, lay Come here, come here, come here Put the money in the bag You wanna die, hurry the fuck up
I stashed my half of cash in the dashboard of a Ford Escort Changed clothes and to the airport Flew to the island of MTV but go Tyrese and Ananda, I aint see no niggas And I stayed for three days and layed low the cast of Road Rules and stole the Winne Bago Rode to Rap City bumpin U.G.K and Spend the night in the with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga
Man she can She made pig feet, some greens, some hogmog Man
Woke up the next yawnin what the fuck is this? Man get the camera out my face, he you've just been hit That's I met her, I swear to god I never forget her A fine big doonk senorita and her Cita She was jazzy yea she had computer generated But hell at least her ass ashy I took her home and loaded my hard drive For five straight hours right between her thighs