Yes sir, just the of his voice is a hit Y'all got me really confused out there I 'Big Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of those Y'all hail me as the writer of the 21st century I make some thought provokin' y'all question whether he fallin' off really confuse y'all on this one, follow
When them tops come down, tops come down Like when shots come out, make cops come around When them blocks come out I can up a small town Finish off the then I make my mall rounds
Stares get exchanged then the fifth out The tough guy disappear, then the come out "That's him", I'm usually what they 'bout what chick he with or his chip amount
'Cause I been doin' this since was out Erik Estrada, baggin' up at the Ramada Table of powder, AC broke 'Bout to another shower on my twenty-fifth hour
Spike everywhere, game on the flight You might see me anywhere, day in the thing changed the tail number on the flight I can touch down and take off the night
I'm so bossy, get off me Trick get off me, you can't get off me I'm so flossy, no 6's or Laid back, Maybach's, don't even to me
This is that shit you like fuck shit, ass bitch, trick precise, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you fuck shit, maricn puta and drugs, c'mon
I got that shit you need fuck shit, ass bitch, trick plus weed, c'mon I'm tryin' to give you what you want Nigga shit, ass bitch, you like it, don't front
They're all actors, at themselves in the mirror backwards even face themselves, don't fear no rappers They're all weirdos, DeNiros in So don't believe everythin' your earlobe captures, it's mostly
Unless it to be as accurate as me And said in song you happen to see actually, believe half of what you see None of what you hear, even if it's by me
And with that said, I will kill niggaz Cut short, give you wheels for legs I'm a K I double L E R, see in hell Shoot niggaz straight the E.R.
Whoa, ain't B.R., no S.C. CEO, the next Lyor, no The next leader of the whole free And the thing I'ma do is free Sigel, go
off the cuffs, unlock the gate It's ignorant nigga that you love to hate The oh-seven Ice Cube, B. Sig' so Tell a trick get these nuts, eat dick food
Now see if I care if this get aired Even if you mute it, the curse is there, I'm so raunchy, get off me Keep my flea collar on, you ticks get off me
I missed the part it stopped bein 'bout Imus What do my lyrics got to do with shit 'Scarface' the movie did more Scarface the rapper to me So that to blame for all the shit that's happened to me
Are you sayin' I'm spittin' Is worse than celebrataunts showin' they kittin', you kiddin'? Let's the bullshittin' 'Til we all without sin, let's quit the
'Scarface' the did more than Scarface the rapper to me So that ain't to blame for all the shit that's to me Now stop the 'Til we all without sin, let's the pulpittin', c'mon
This is ignorant shit you like Nigga shit, ass bitch, trick precise, c'mon I got ignorant shit you love Nigga fuck shit, maricn and drugs, c'mon
I got that ignorant you need fuck shit, ass bitch, trick plus weed, c'mon I'm tryin' to give you what you want Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, you like it, front
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