I'm Serious, like B I dip a Cadillac like B I to these ladies like Schooly D Cause I can't have these foolin' me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' dot com The mo' in a new Sean John in my lusty ways You see my face in a and can't turn the page.
You see, I'm 'bout to get and not afraid to admit it To fail's part of the plan, I'm never quittin' I always gave it all that I can, a little I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the
Adrenaline pumpin' a piston Got me so high I'm in the sky and I it Excuse me while I Jimmy the rhyme Hey Joe, could you me if 6 was 9?
You I spit technique to the freshest freak Gimme a call you will see results in just a With the soul of a LOST Is a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's Watch spirit get knocked out the ballpark Gold diggers after me, it's a catastrophe, Talkin' in the cheesecake factory.
I'm feelin' high and the ain't sparked yet The truth hit the booth just it was Clark Kent No time for the weak games the freaks play Follow the rules, old school, a cliche
I'm to the point ain't no to waste Same rap, back, hey, just like mace Imma in your face, any day, any place Cross the bay rollin' with Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the We roll trees by the bush when we rock a The (?) push, refund mine See suckas, lay 'em down our machine gun rhymes.
You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose there just like a picture without the pose Yes, y'all in the symphony Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my and fall
How I did 'em all And was I born to Yo, but not on the hoop But walkin' court
My gun-mouth that made it way down With the whole scene tryin' to figure it out
a doubt.
I it movin' till my life 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 plate
Come on, I roll often, my destination The bizzle had me "where did all the fun go" Fast decisions at the last minute The flippin' Fasho' we past the limit.
Gotta be like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy like a (?) that's tryna get at me The of an angel just cut my face I say nothin' man, yo I spit my case
Playboy, like magic Man, in a Mad like an addict in the sports (?) Spit hot nickels they quarters, man
So put in my with the eternal flames.
I'm so hot, the track Please the degrees that I his black belt in Freeze MC's a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash Do the math, Queezy workin' the map
called class Like Bob Marley lightin' a the lord know how hyphy I'll get Imma rip through the and tell a sucka "try again" You see me flowin' to this track the violins.