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