I'm Serious, Steady B I dip a like Freddy B I talk to these ladies like D Cause I can't have ladies foolin' me
I'm bumpin' Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com The mo' god'Khan in a new John in my lusty ways You see my in a magazine and can't turn the page.
You see, I'm to get paid and not afraid to admit it To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never I always gave it all that I can, a lazy I (blow ??? record) like up on the daily
Adrenaline pumpin' a piston Got me so I'm in the sky and I kissed it Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the Hey Joe, could you me if 6 was 9?
You know I spit to the freshest freak Gimme a call you will see results in a week the soul of a LOST HAWK Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, walk Watch your spirit get out the ballpark Gold diggers stay me, it's a catastrophe, Talkin' in the cheesecake factory.
I'm feelin' and the blunt ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark No time for the weak games the freaks play Follow the rules, old school, a cliche
I'm to the point no time to waste Same rap, came back, hey, just mace Imma spray in your face, any day, any Cross the bay rollin' with Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of up in the optimo We roll trees by the bush when we rock a The (?) push, Imma refund See suckas, lay 'em with our machine gun rhymes.
You see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes Standin' there just like a picture the pose Yes, y'all in the call Man, them hoes'll be talkin' my rise and fall
How I did 'em all And was I to ball Yo, but not on the hoop But through court
My gun-mouth that made it way south the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out
a doubt.
I keep it movin' till my is straight It's all, Math, Science, and Space I see the money and these rhymes to make I'm tryna seven figures like a license
Come on, I roll often, my unknown The had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go" Fast made at the last minute The cash Fasho' we past the limit.
Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's Taffy Sweet like a (?) tryna get at me The wings of an angel cut my face I say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
Playboy, it's magic Man, in a Mad an addict in the sports (?) bracket Spit hot nickels they quarters, man
So put in my with the eternal flames.
I'm so hot, the meltin' Please the degrees I kick his black belt in Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Do the math, young Queezy the map
It's class Bob Marley lightin' a spliff Only the lord know how I'll get Imma rip through the city and tell a "try again" You see me flowin' to this track the violins.